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
God would
be forgiving
Then I was young
and unafraid
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 turn
your hope apart
As they turn
your dreams
to shame
And still I dream
he’d come to me
That we would 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
the hell
I’m living
So different now
from what it seemed
Now life has killed
the dream I dreamed