There was a time when men were kind,
And their voices were soft,
And their words inviting.
There was a time when love was blind,
And the world was a song,
And the song was exciting.
There was a time when it all went wrong . . . . .
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 life would be forgiving.
Then I was younger and less afraid,
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 apart,
And they turn your dream to shame.
They slept a summer by my side,
They filled my days with endless wonder . . . . .
They took their childhood in their stride,
But they were gone when autumn came.
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 may not weather.
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living,
So different now from what it seemed . . . . .
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed . . .
Adapted( ?) from the lyrics of I Dreamed a Dream-Les Miserables
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