There was a time when men were kind, when their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind and the world was a song
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 God would be forgiving
Then I was young an 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 tear your hope apart, as they turn your dreams to shame
He slept a summer by my side, he filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride, but he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me and 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
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