There was a time, then it all went wrong.
I dreamed a dream in time gone by when hope was high and life worth living.
Then I was young and unafraid and dreams were made and used and wasted.
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.
And 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.