Shattered dreams, like broken glass,

Lying scattered, a painful past.

Once held high, with hope and cheer,

Now lie in pieces, hard to clear.

The fragments of a heart's desire,

Cut deep, a burning, endless fire.

The ache of what could never be,

A memory, a melancholy sea.

But even in the shattered remains,

A glimmer of hope, a new refrain.

For in the darkness, a light can gleam,

And from the shards, a new dream can beam.