When I was young and unafraid
Dreams were made, 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
As they turn your dream to shame
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 than what it seemed
Life has killed the dream I dreamed…