Nothing in the world, it seems <br />Shatters like a broken dream <br />It is the ache behind the mean <br />Of shadows silent and unseen <br /> <br />And in this fortress dream of sorrow <br />Exist no dawn and no tomorrow <br />Just hours that cut you as they pass <br />Like little shards of broken glass <br /> <br />And yet another and another <br />Sometimes the night is meant to suffer <br />But look up now and see how far <br />They light your way like little stars <br /> <br />Oh, if I had a star to shine <br />For every broken dream of mine <br />The whole night sky would turn to day <br />And all my troubles melt away.<br /><br />Bridgid Patrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-dreams-11/
