Originally Posted by god of death

One day when I was walking
through heavens many halls
I chanced upon a room

It smelled of stale and rotting
was cluttered to the roof
few would dare to enter
the room of Broken Dreams

So many there were gathered
I recognized my own
unabashed, the tears began to flow
in the room of Broken Dreams

Hastily I made retreat
where joy freely doth flow forth
reverently i closed the door
on the room of Broken Dreams

And as I put the door behind
the golden halls before
I cast one final look behind
and thanked the Lord of All

No matter how many I had seen
nor many more I'd see
I know the Lord of All
left many more to be

i really dont have a title for this one