All my days have fallen by
Ancient tears of broken dreams;
Swept along upon a broken path
Of lost ideas and missing schemes.

In these tears pooled are waves of joy
And currents overflown with sorrow.
Though long gone, they're with me still,
Preparing me for one more tomorrow.

One more day when anything
And everything may pass this way
Has swept me up so rapidly
Too soon becoming one more yesterday.

I look back upon the twisted path
Along which my life has guided me
And see a million broken dreams
Mixed among the leaves of memories.

All I wound up having left behind
Comes back to haunt me like ghostly songs:
Shattered dreams, drowning me --
Making me wonder what the hell went wrong.