This describes my life to the letter. I could not help but cry my eyes out.
I dreamed a dream in times 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 untasted
But the tigers come at night,
With their voices soft as thunder,
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we'll 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 much different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed The dream I dreamed.
