21.

Through the desert
Out to the sea
I dream of all
All there have been

Why didn't you call me
Call me your castle?
Why did you never think
I was worth the hassle?

I would have surrounded and protected
I would have loved and obeyed
The only thing I can think of
Is that Fictitious were made.

Now we speak like adults
With me in my glasses.
I wonder why
I think of men in their masses.

To pray to above
They only dream of the afterlife
To believe in compassion and love
Is all that they strive.

We could have been there
But you seen so fit to see
The web you've now weaved
I hoped more was to be.