Suppose the time has come for hopeful dreams to end
When things once believed in have faded and gone
The olive branch extended beyond where it could bend
Trust was a hill that found me standing all alone
As the petals of naiveite withered and drawn drift away
More years have passed than there are to come
Gathering the wilted wants and needs along the way
Shedding masks of secrets revealing who I have become
The cost was not worth the price paid
Scar tissue has grown over the wounds left on my mind
Distance from the past, the longest journey made
A trail of tears dried as they were left behind.