The things of which you spoke,
with cheer when you woke...
Those ideals, many a word,
of strength, of the freedom of a bird...
Of things ever new,
deeds done by few...
In them I'd have been a part,
for you alone dwelt in my heart...
Been a champion for your causes,
Been your strength in your pauses...
Let you on my shoulders stand,
Hoisted you up and shook your hand.
But then my hopes of you were dashed,
In un-spilt tears, sorrow was washed...
Now your dreams are all so jaded,
I've found my peace, your memory's faded....