Dreams are lined up against the wall

Lost
Dreams are lined up against the wall,

Chains linking them together.
Their faces worn and weathered.
Their eyes dull and drooping.

The pictures that cover their bodies,
Were once bright and colorful with dreams.
But overtime they have faded,
Leaving only shades of grey behind.

They have lost their voice,
They have lost their way,
They have lost their sight,
Of what they once were.