You led my dream to the horizon,
You bore my imprint there;
Carried my feet to the clear lake
For glass lay everywhere.

Under broken shards
Were dreams that never lived,
But they saved lives so many times
When we were cast adrift.

From a bus you saw an old man
Crying about his past,
But he was playing on his violin
memory made to last.

Are we destined to find
Darkness deep and vast?
Regrets so scattered though our minds
Shine like brolen glass.

Were hope had lured by the thousand
You gently lay me down...