Gray

When you are withered and old,

I will give you your dreams.

even if hanging by the seams.

Love is not for those that seek,

It only comes when there’s a need,

and after that, there’s only grief

gleams of other lives just brief

I pay, I pay, and pay again

a reward that never comes

A promise that will never be

A feeling, late to show.

Still, I’ll wait and wait again,

Seeking that love that comes

when all seems lost but there’s a need

even if dust is all it becomes.

When you are withered and old,

I will give you your dreams.

Even, if hanging by the seams...