Was this how it was meant to end
All the dreams vanished in the wind
You were here
Now you're there
Is what we dreamed
What the High Powers deemed?
Are you flying high
in the enormous sky?
Or perhaps rolling in the hay
not caring what they say.
Are you looking down
on this small town
Seeing what is felt
what is being dealt
by your leave
we all cleave
to what we desire
inside is the fire.