You left your dream behind,
and wandered on your way.
There was nothing left to do.
Nothing left to say.
It was very hard for you,
for it was all you ever wanted.
But you had to move on.
You could not be forever haunted.
And even though at times,
when the memory of his face,
Would wander through your thoughts.
You would close your eyes and think of another time,
another place.
You left your dream behind,
and wandered on your way.
There was nothing left to do.
Nothing left to say.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem