Strangers Came To Stay
My loved ones went away,
And only strangers came to stay
This is not a dream, but a nightmare,
That became my reality.
Those I held so dearly,
Were stolen from me.
Those little things I took for granted.
Oh precious moments, way back when.
Never seemed important then
But now they're all I have left.
The dreams we dreamed together,
Left like footprints in the sand.
The winds of change, have swept them away
Leaving me for dead.
I'm living now in silence
With only echoes from the past.
Voices in the distance,
From a heaven that's so vast.
Yes my dream became my nightmare.
As the hands of time stood still.
And although memories will never fade,
I know they never will.
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