I found a box of dreams on my door step.

Quick, it arrived; quick, it left and I wept.

Never did I know that hope once it left.

Left me broken and forever bereft.

I think how I miss that hope and box of dreams.

Cannot it now be redeemed? I now deem.

I found a box of dreams on my door step.

Quick, it arrived; quick, it left and I wept.

It was never a box, I now admit.

But a person of whom I now submit.

These feelings of hope falling to its death.

At this time I have but a shallow breath.

To which my wholesome heart once sank and crept.

I found a box of dreams on my door step.

Quick, it arrived; quick, it left and I wept.

Never did I know that hope once it left.

I am broken and forever bereft.

It was never a box, I must admit 

But a person of whom I now submit.

Such feelings of resentment and hostility.

Although I do not know this new ability

For all I see is a river of tears.

Only flowing with immoral fears.

I found a box of dreams on my door step.

Quick, it arrived; quick, it left and I wept.

These feelings of hope are no more.

At this time my shallow breath is but filled with gore.

While my wholesome heart is withering in pain.

I found a box of dreams with nothing to gain.

Quick, it arrived; quick, it left and I wept

Never have I known that hope once it left.

I am broken, forsaken and completely bereft.

Now I feel it; my pure heart has just split.