The fragile down collides with the sunset. No longer does my road go on. No longer doth I let. No longer struggle. Now deep in the pond.
It did start but a simple dream Elegant and as beautiful as a rose. But it did become a dreadful scheme. A dark scheme. With each bow to each blow it did worsen.
I do remember the start, I remember the simple road, With the beautiful rose. I do not want to remember the end.
The struggle now over, Where'ere I may turn now will end. All at once. So now I know where I do turn maters not. Now in the pond fond dreams once held fade away like those lost reflections as I pass.