New Born Dreams
By Kyle Brooks, March 1, 2002 
Confide in me as I confide in you,
Caring for shoulders to lean on.
And here, while no bones were broken,
No words were spoken,
Toll talking token,
Dreams may be stolen
but new things still born.

Walking together in a field of dark,
Hand in hand, now strolling as one.
But tell me, where now do you stand?
Your face looks so bland,
Torn by strain command,
Unanswered questions
But meaning still found.

Though it seems as if I can't
I know what it is you’re hiding.
Covered in books, pages unread,
Fears inside my head.
Dreams may be stolen
But new things still born.