All the Pretty horses~ co write with John Patrick Robbins

We ran that dream down the shore line that night.
 
Sat watched the lights off in the distance nothing was shared for you didn't have anything left.
 
And I was a memory sitting beside you in the sand that already you had allowed to be taken away with the tide.
 
It was time to free float, taking that deep breath in while letting the life force leave the corpse that’s been stealing breath from life for far to long.
 
All that defined me, every soul fragment lost on a far away dream that was in itself as empty as a tomb with timeless echos.
 
An existence wasted don't you think?
 
The mind raped my own soul while blood still raged hot through my veins. I could have, but chose not.
 
There is a place we lose ourselves slowly with time , age and bitterness.
 
It never is questioned and often finds us alone when all we ever needed was another.
 
Maybe like animals we know when it's time and simply distance ourselves from the pack.
 
I cannot recall anymore what it was to be part of that which lingers upon the horizon .
 
As badly as I thirst to know I realize it is a broken dream and I need only too sleep we all lose something.
 
Down by the shore is where they will find me .
 
Caught in the sadness that is a misspent existence watching all those free horses as they run.
 
Life never stops but surely will I .
 
All those pretty horses will often remind you the true meaning of being alone.