Returning to the places where love had once been
Walking the paths once strewn with hope
Living in memories filled with light
Remembered dreams late in the night

Now gone are the dreams and gone is that hope
Gone with the wishes that didn’t root and grow fruit
Memories once shiny now are all rusted in red
Love has gone walking down dry, dusty roads

Now the sun shines on one who has bits
Of a new hope agrowing, but more wary and wise
Who now has wishes and dreams of her own
but never again will she give them away

For even if another comes into her life
She will not give her heart,
nor her life, nor her love
without some hard thought

If ever this miracle should happen again
Her heart she will share
But keep it within.