From The Broken Shattered Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Our only way is a dream comes true
Filling my day with my love
Every wave in motion affecting you
Like the clouds in the far above
So many dreams in the world are lost
From times that never shall be
The ways of the heart that crossed
For beats of its echo of free

Refrain
The lost times going and coming
Every aspect of the date that's here
Feeling through the ways summing
From the past and what is near
All those broken by their nothing
In the day that can’t be fixed
Sometimes to our ways bluffing
In the way thoughts are mixed
Every moment is a taste
Of their things owing
Some are thou to waste
Or never up here showing
Blossoms sweet to revive
If they ever mattered
And for us to relive
From the broken shattered
From the broken shattered

Love songs of time now forgotten
In their surrounding of the day
Roads of so many ways tauten
Each in their now unreachable lay
Dreams from the past and gone
Feelings that we gave and made
To have the wheels still going on
And never again to be afraid

Our only way is an unreachable dream
Into its own of the living
Just like a mountain’s river stream
That fresh water still is giving
From any hope that was found
From within what dreams gave thru
And everything still goes around
Just like a dream that comes true

Refrain
The lost times going and coming
Every aspect of the date that's here
Feeling through the ways summing
From the past and what is near
All those broken by their nothing
In the day that can’t be fixed
Sometimes to our ways bluffing
In the way thoughts are mixed
Every moment is a taste
Of their things owing
Some are thou to waste
Or never up here showing
Blossoms sweet to revive
If they ever mattered
And for us to relive
From the broken shattered
From the broken shattered
From the broken shattered