I used to have a dreamnto unite poor and rich.nThis was not a part of it,nthis muggy bayou that bleeds.nnIt's hard to tell your friendsnfrom your enemiesnwhen all are shouting out for peacenbut only some really mean it.nnSo tell me this:nwhat has been saved?nAnd what has died along the way?nWe may never know.nnI used to have a love.nAll her kisses burned.nNever thought I'd yearnnwhen I left them behind.nnSo now I'm moving slownwhen I want to rush.nI know that isn't best for usnso I'll keep steady stride.nnBut tell me this:ndoes fate exist?nOr have I already missed?nWe may never know.nnI used to have a Godnwho was tall and male,nstolen from a Bible talenwhen my heart was still strong.nnBut this God evolved,nand now She wonders whennI'll pass her way for help again.nIt won't be very long.nnJust tell me this:nwho is to blamenfor all the hate preached in that name?nWe may never know.nnI used to have a goalnto help where I could.nMan, I used to be so goodnat being selfless now and then.nnBut cynicism breedsnand this bayou gasps.nSucks the life right from my grasp.nOver and over againnnOh tell me this:ncan I rise anew?nTo be the girl I was at youth?nThat I think I know.