A dream has died
upon the floor
I look down
and nothing more
For who cares of dreams that never leave the floor?

A dream has tried
to reach the sky
I look down
but by and by
Some dreams- they truly reach the sky

But sometimes with my open eyes,
I see the dream that had to die
and I see the dream that had to fly...
both look with dying eyes.

For all dreams go away
by the day 
no matter how you try.