Did your dreams die young?
Were they too hard won?
Did you reach too high and fall?
And there is no rest
For the ones God blessed
And he blessed you best of all
Two finals down, one to go. Not dead yet.
a refugee from the seraphim - Ambar
|Ambar's (Wholly Out-Of-Date and In Fact Historical, If Not Downright Archaelogical) Homepage||Powered by LiveJournal.com|