I stare at the people I have come to know, all with a story waiting to be heard
Each with a dark past, believing their future would have been brighter-
The paradise we dreamed of, all thrown into pieces
Searching for a place to start a new, how could this misery be our life,
the one where I dreamed I would have never said good-bye
The glory and spark, we all had, nothing more than a memory in our hearts...
