I can still dream

If I asked you then, would you have known;
About a place,
That I would find,
Roam around, and call my home?

If I called, would God have came?
I miss you now,
It's lonely now,
In this empty room, engulfed by shame.

Your lyrics spoke of a world that you would one day own,
Yet estranged from hope,
You stay there still,
Healing wounds your past have grown

There is an existence that you were suppose to be a part of,
Time is playing out,
Behind you,
A whole life that you are missing out of.

I can dream all I want; for I have time,
Carried on my hands,
I have time,
Enough to conquer this and still be fine.

If I write down all the words that wrote my history,
Would I then,
Once more believe,
In a fleeting dream named destiny?