Fallen Dreams and Memories

Beneath the soft moonlit sky over the rolling plains,
I feel the passion of your heart in the pouring rain.
Our suffering in silence that erodes our self-confidence,
Staying on the other side never looking over the fence.

Each night in my bed as I lay down my head in slumber,
I implore God to save us, too many times to number.
Our destiny is tied up in fallen dreams and memories,
As we quietly pray for forgiveness on bended knees.

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