When hope was high, and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die.
I dreamed that god would be forgiving
When I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
But the tigers come at night
with their voices soft as thunder
as they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
And still I dream they'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 live in
so different now from what it seemed
Our life has killed the dream
I Dreamed
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