Day Dream Believer

A young boy sits in the corner weeping,
He can't go to sleep,
from the dreams he keeps seeing,
Of the girl,
who walked out of his life, 


The letters that were read,
stay locked in his head,
In a safe that's been locked,
with the key in,


The words that were read,
were of heartache he said,
for the girl that he'd loved,
and been seeing,


She left him right there,
standing naked and bare,
As she turn around,
and left him,


He tried not to cry,
or wanting to die,
For the girl,
Who broke his heart,
and left him,


He felt empty inside, 
though trying to hide,
The torture,
The pain,
He was left in,


He met a young lady,
he called Darling,
Sweetheart,
Baby,
Who gave him new dreams,
to believe in,


Their pasts were a curse,
concealment and outbursts,
If only they did some confiding,
Maybe they'd last,
And their futures were cast,
With the dreams,
they'd both been dreamin'.




Copyright © 2011 John Bevan