Woorden: Audio Learning Center. The Dream.

I never made the dream
Was just too far out of reach
And though I want it still
Not sure it ever will

God how I miss you
Another seven weeks until
I called you on the phone
but you weren't at home

Pulling out your photograph
So many things
I wish I'd said

I passed through my home town
One of the few that made it out
Nothing has changed
It stayed the same

I ran into an ex-friend
We never had made amends

And after all these years
Things still are weird

There wasn't much - much to say
Friendships often fade away

Been trying to write
this letter to you
Disjointed thoughts
just can't seem to
Get them to display back
what I want them to
Crumpled failures
litter the room