She was a dreamer, a believer, filled with hope from head to toe, he lived in the real world, a cruel world, his hope spent long ago,
Always so close, but never within reach, the hope inside her written words, the sadness in his speech,
See he had been knocked down before, more times than he could count, this world had dealt him many blows, that he would rather not account
Now she was on a different path, her road so soft and free, sheltered from the ugly truth of this world’s misery,
But yet they felt drawn together, ironic as it seems, for he sheltered her from harm, as she sewed his heart back together at the seams




