There was a time when men were kind and their voices were soft and their words inviting.

There was a time love was blind and the world was a song.

And the song was exciting.

There was a time…then it all went wrong.

I dreamed a dream and 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 tear your hope apart, as they turn your dreams to shame.

He slept a summer by my side, he filled 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, 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.