When I was young and unafraid, that's when dreams were made and used or wasted. There was never a ransom to be paid for it. It filled my days with endless wonder...I dreamed a dream when hope was high and life, worth living. And the world was a song...a beautiful yet exciting song. I dreamed there was a time when love was blind and that it would never die. I dreamed that God would be forgiving...
But there was a time when it all went wrong...
As they tear your hope apart, and they try turn your dream to shame. 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...this...I'm living. So different now from what it seemed...Now life has killed the dreams I dreamed. But there's still hope in one last childhood dream...thus I'll relish it, hard work and perseverance. I dream now that last dream will come to be...
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