In the desolate landscape of forgotten hopes, I wander alone,
A future once envisioned, now lies in shattered fragments, like fallen thrones.
The life I lived, a faint whisper of what could've been,
A haunting reminder of the dreams that withered, like autumn's leaves, unseen.

Tears fall like the autumn rain, a relentless, mournful sigh,
As I lament the life I'll never know, the dreams that passed me by.
The present taunts, a cruel, heartless echo, a refrain of pain,
A haunting reminder of the shattered dreams, the love, the loss, the lingering stain.

Memories of what could've been, they linger on my mind,
A bittersweet reminder of the life I left behind.
The shadows of my past, they whisper my name,
A haunting echo of the dreams that I'll never reclaim.

In this desolate landscape, I search for a way to heal,
To mend the shattered fragments of my heart, to make it real.
But the echoes of my dreams, they linger, a constant refrain,
A reminder of the life I'll never live, the love, the loss, the lingering pain.