Weaving Dreams.

Tears in my green eyes,
are now a common sight..

Behold this world of lies,
where nothing seems right..

All my hopes, desires and a dream,
I thought the world was just and fair,
how sour but was this cream,
of the world my lair..

Now so high is my fear,
that years on I do not dare,
that my eye may shed a tear,
and I lose one for whom I care..

Now as I start to leave,
the tears you fell for me,
help me to tenderly weave,
a plethora of dreams to see...