Missing lock from the door
A rusty key on the floor
Dust everywhere so it seems
Torn picture on the wall
A moment to recall
In a room full of dreams
Echoes in the night
Fade in the morning light
Awake from cries and screams
Disconnected telephone
Visions all alone
In a room full of dreams
The day begins to break
In a dawn of heart ache
And teardrops turn to streams
A memory of a kiss
And a broken promise
In a room full of dreams.
Lyndon Queripel
