He was a dream come true,
A dream I came to have,
A dream I came to cherish,
A dream I came to hold.
He told me how he cared,
As held me through my pain,
And as I lived the dream,
I felt the pouring rain.
I don’t know what went wrong,
Or how the dream was shattered,
But all I know is he was a
Beautiful dream come true… shattered…
And that is all that matters,

5-23-1990 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire