Hopeful dreams blown away by the mere ghosts of wind.

Another word, another blow, just around the bend.

A cruel world, filled with hate, that burns us to the core.

A crying soul, a fragile heart, that always expects more.

A crumbling mask that's seen as weak is all that she can feel,

A dying heart, a trusting heart, is her Achilles' heel.

The only gift she wants now is not at any store:

a true friend, a kind friend, is all she can ask for.

Each cut, each burn is not his punishment for his actions now;

instead, it's his way of keeping a long forgotten vow.

His strong face is all an act that he would like to sell,

but maybe letting go of this will end up just as well.

Hopeful dreams blown away by the mere ghosts of wind.

Another word, another blow, just around the bend.

A cruel world, filled with hate, that burns us to the core.

A crying soul, a fragile heart, that always expects more.

Every day that passes is a never-ending struggle,

as she tries to tell herself to stop the warring juggle.

Her heart throbs and cries with just one small desire:

another soul to hold her tight and see past all her fire.

He counts the hours, minutes, seconds until he moves again.

Its not his fault that his father seems to always be caving in.

He tries, he does, to be a proud, strong soldier,

but to follow in his father's footsteps is his worst nightmare.

Hopeful dreams blown away by the mere ghosts of wind.

Another word, another blow, just around the bend.

A cruel world, filled with hate, that burns us to the core.

A crying soul, a fragile heart, that always expects more.

Here's to all they go through, the troubled and the meek.

Here's to all their stories that we've never learned to seek.

Do we ever notice how rarely that they speak?

Or how their eyes, their fights, their lies always seem so weak?

No, we don't, and we won't still; it's hard for us to see.

They feel like their quiet life is nothing but a fee.

They've learned to care for others lives through their own brutal past.

Even though they're meek and still, they live freely at last.

Hopeful dreams blown away by the mere ghosts of wind.

Another word, another blow, just around the bend.

A cruel world, filled with hate, that burns us to the core.

A crying soul, a fragile heart, that always expects more.

Imagine if you had just one more life to live anyway you choose,

Would you give your life to them while they still had everything to lose?

If everyone stayed to listen to just one story told,

maybe their depressing thoughts would be something of old.

Imagine if one helpless soul was offered just one hand,

a helping heart, a kindly mind, that always takes a stand,

A loving touch would be more than grand.

Hopeful dreams blown away by the mere ghosts of wind.

Another word, another blow, just around the bend.

A cruel world, filled with hate, that burns us to the core.

A crying soul, a fragile heart, that always expects more.