I Have Grown Older

Dreams, dreams forgotten, Dreams no longer touched, I no longer Have nor posse the will to touch. Dreams like mine that I once had are Now for the young. One single rose that slowly grew between Me and my dream, That a woman still has shading my eyes The sun is too bright stinging my eyes yes even Now as I look back wiping the tears from my old eye's. Around and above me, Down and below me to break from the dark I now Sleep in the shadows. Look through my window there once was my dream And how small the flame here burns one candle small.