When hope was high and life worth living,
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
That I was young and unafraid,
When dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be payed,
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 dreams to shame
Still I dream he'll come to me
That We will 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 this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed