In the quiet corner

Where the rocks meet the water

Is a pile of hopeful dreams

Scattered between the leaves

The dirt

The crevices of the rock

Brought there by the ones

With broken dreams

With broken promises

With broken hearts

In the hope of being mended

Consoled

By the ones who know their pain

 

There’s something about the quiet corner

Where the rocks meet the water

Something about the way the sun shines down

On the sturdy rock

That holds the ones with

Broken dreams

Broken promises

Broken hearts

 

One by one they come

And sit down on that sturdy rock

In the quiet corner

Where the rocks meet the water

None of them knowing

Who was there before them

But knowing they share the same pain

 

So they scatter their hopeful dreams

In one pile

In the hope that together they will win.