I dreamed a dream in time gone by
.
When hope was high,
.
And life worth living
.
I dreamed that love would never die
.
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
.
.
Then I was young and unafraid
.
When dreams were made and used,
.
And wasted
.
There was no ransom to be paid
.
No song unsung,
.
No wine untasted.
.
.
But the tigers come at night
.
With their voices soft as thunder
.
As they tear your hopes apart
.
As they turn your dreams to shame.
.
.
And still I dream he'll come to me
.
And we will live our lives together
.
But there are dreams that cannot be
.
And there are storms
.
We cannot weather...
.
.
I had a dream my life would be
.
So different from this hell I'm living
.
So different now from what it seems
.
Now life has killed
.
The dream I dreamed.
Link to this comment:
All Comments (0)