3 million people means
3 million dreams
3 million hopes
Or so it would seem.
But one does not
Hold onto a lot
He's rather sleep
And awaken naught.
For the only dreams
he gets to see
Are the ones that come
As he drifts to sleep.
No purpose or hope
To float his boat
Or tie him down
Like cords and rope.
To live without goals
In this world so colds
Was much to sad,
Or so he was told.
But he could not see
Who found him and she
Took out his locked heart
And pulled out the key.
She gave him a purpose--
Live life, not loveless.
He felt live and complete
Instead of lost and hopeless.
He dreamed of his life
How he got through much strife
And asked his true love
To be his beloved wife.
They were happy and then
The marriage brought again
The joy they had shared
When just lovers they'd been.
But on their wedding night,
The wife's life took flight,
Stealing his beloved
From beyond his great might.
No matter what he said
Or the blood that he bled
Could keep his love's spirit
From the land of the dead.
She sighed her last sigh
And he cried his last cry,
For she wiped away one
Last tear from his eye.
His new life was shattered,
His happiness scattered.
All dreams sapped away
Like all that had mattered.
His sanity slipped
And his blood drip-dripped
From the handle of the sword
He so tightly gripped.
He was warrior once more
Who was scarred from many wars.
He no longer cared
Because, against him, death scored.
He waited for the day
When he'd be happy again
When Death had mercy
And whisked him away.
So he was reunited
After years divided
To his love, true love,
And so the wrong was righted.
Such love was strong
To last so long,
And the epic couple
Was joyous, from then, on.