A voice to hear
A voice to love
Dreams are what they are and dreams are what they will be
Dreams to hold on to,
Dreams that die
A person is lost themselves can only find hurt
To break free is his only hope
The words they sting as well as the pain they give
The dream is over
The dream is gone
All what is left is hope
Hope that a flame may be lit once again
Hope that words whatever they be kind
The pain and hurt is far to real
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