I came home with my dreams last night, 
memories ripping away the tissues of fantasy 
leaving the cold truth churning up my insides 
For who are we to question what we do, 
What right have I to meddle in the lives of others? 
What meaning can there be in hurt? 

Yes, I came home with my dreams last night 
leaving love safely behind me 
nestled away for another. 
Love, with its warmth and caring 
hidden there, breathing, animate, alive 
waiting to be rekindled 
but not for me. 

Tears once hot, love-laden now creep icily 
down a wretched torn face 
scarred by love's hurts, 
lines etched by responsibility 
so deep as to be engrained throughout 
the soul. 

Oh, I came home with my dreams last night 
and they were nightmares!