Randall Scott Crossette Poetry

Some where inside this heart of mine was a Bucket Full of Dreams
But now I find an empty can or so to me it seems
I’m not sure if I lost it or if it somehow sprung a leak
But I no longer can relay on dreams to help me sleep

When deep inside my lonely heart the emptiness would scream
And I used to use the bucket which was full of such sweet dreams
I’d dream of something better than the troubles that I had
And then what ever bothered me just wouldn’t seem so bad

But now I find I’m all alone with just my lonely tears
And now the night seems oh so long as I ponder all my fears
The tears do not fall from my eyes, I can not tell you why
But where I had that bucket now a lonely heart just cries

I want so much to just believe - I’ve tried so hard it seems
I want so much to wake and find it’s all just been a dream
There nothing quite as lonely as the tears that are not shared
Unless it learning after all... that no one ever cared!

When hopes and dreams and destiny find different paths to take
It seems there nothing left to do except admit it’s a mistake
I filled the bucket way to young I guess in retrospect
I thought the time would never come - that I’d someday regret

But now I see that youth is surely wasted on the young
And I can not go back and undo all that has been done
For me the dreams inside that can were worth all of the strive
I was willing to devote myself and strove to make life

But somewhere in the living all the dreams were trampled down
And now the bucket’s empty and I fear that I might drowned
Living without dreams and hopes is just existence at it best
And I for one need purpose and direction and a quest

Poet: Randall Scott Crossette