Abandoned

This is the year of the abandoned man
Sometimes I'll admit I could use a hand
All those dreams like shifting sand
Life didn't happen quite like you planned,

This is the gasp of dying love
It was once the stuff dreams are made of
Seeking escape from the sky above
Memories of touching your cheek gently as a dove,

But time changes everything
The lairs lie and the singers sing
Tears that fall tears that sting
Part of a shattered world you bring,

Left behind like rain on a summer's day
Cast aside like a bird of prey
Shot in the wing unable to play
Going along with whatever you say,

Bleeding that invisible blood
Too late to save the fools from a global flood
Joke was on you it was all a dud
Now you trace the past - footprints in the mud,

This is the year of the abandoned man
Sometimes I'll admit I could use a hand
All those dreams like shifting sand
Life didn't happen quite like you planned.

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