I dreamed a dream in days 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
And dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song unsung, no wine un-tasted.
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder.
And they tear your hope apart.
As they turn your dream to shame….
She slept a summer by my side.
She filled my days with endless wonder.
She took my childhood in her stride.
But she was gone when autumn came.
And still I dreamed she’ll come to me,
That we will live the years 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 seemed.
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.