Lost in Dreams - 2

I speak of castles, castles so high,
Sweet dreams atop, falsities - oh fie!
No spear, No sword - I thought could break,
A love filled world that I would make.

So thoughts they are, thoughts - warm and deep,
And as it were, you'd smile and weep,
For thus rolls life - no tears, no smile,
Nary a truth, Nary a lie!

A Woebegone heart in a feisty soul,
A new start beckons - a new goal,
Teary eyed no more - go forth fair one!!
A good tear shed - a good deed done.

Sob not for love, sob not for grief,
Sob if you must in sheer disbelief,
The truth so dark, the truth so stark,
Slumber no more - hark my words - hark!