Charles Hancock

Broken Dreams

I wandered aimlessly up and down my street of broken dreams
How did my life turn out this way? It’s all wrong, or so it seems
Grand illusions were crushed, ripped apart, tattered, and torn
A heart, once full of vim and vigor, now all tired out and worn

Must I run the gauntlet ‘tween hellish heartache and perpetual pain?
Will this be my epitaph? Do I need to “cowboy up” like John Wayne?
Dare I take yet another chance at love? Do you think I really should?
Do I feel lucky? Could I b

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