Lee A. Simmons
DREAMS DON’T PASS
It was not unlike a time before
Goodbyes were said in time of war
Friends were made and friends were lost
Feelings were shared no matter what the cost.
Men met and knew each other
In three minutes time he was a brother
It’s done now, the war of ten thousand days
Nothing has changed, there are no changing ways.
Years have passed by, the fighting goes on
He fights for his heart now to keep it untorn
He won’t show his feelings, his face is stone
His smile is his mask, inside he’s alone.
He’ll share something now and then
He’ll let it slip by for the touch of a friend
He’ll hold back a tear, not because he’s a man
But because so many were shed when he saw death’s hand.
He’s desperate, he’s hungry, he’s young yet old
He’s longing, he’s waiting, for someone to hold
It’s always the same, the war is not over
Friendships are made; then lost forever.
He’ll see a face that he wants to know
He’ll turn away, away and go
He’s seen the face before, it was in the past
It was in a dream, and dreams don’t pass.
Thought and light.
©Copyright 1985 by Lee A. Simmons