Bryce's Path

I believed in you. I walked by your side. So, sadness and sorrow stabbed and stung the day that the old dream died. That path we took was beautiful; You know, that road we both knew: That lovely lane lined with lilies and hope, where I dreamed that great dream with you. I believed in you. It seemed that the whole world did too. Months turned to years, years to delight, as I happily strolled there with you. But I glanced down on the path one day, And shock pierced my soul like a knife; The lilies were limp, listless before me: That once-vibrant dream had no life. But I still believed in you. Didn’t you believe in you, too? That lane we once loved grew harder to hike, As I started to see what was true: Somehow as we paved that path, the dream had clouded my eyes; For you had stopped walking beside me one day, And I did not realize. For I still believed in you. Oh how I wanted the dream to come true: To witness with awe where that pathway would lead, That long luring lane with the view. But the lane grew lonely, lacking its life, Something I tried to deny. For I still believed in you, Though that sweet old dream had to die. I heard you now journey where junipers grow, A place where the rain clouds are few. I hope you don’t mind if I stroll with you there, For I still believe in you.