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
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 appart
As they turn your dreams to shame

And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that ca
nnot be
And there are storms that cannot weater

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


With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope appart
As they turn your dreams to shame

And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms that cannot weater

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


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