But the Tigers Come At Night

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…

One comment on “But the Tigers Come At Night

  1. Beautiful. But too sad. 😦 Praying for the Dreamer of all Dreams to comfort you today.

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