Bouquet Of Dreams

When I was young, I held it all Right there in my hands.

Dreams and hopes far beyond,

A small child understands.

Now grown I see things differently.

The dreams are there but not the key.

I lost the will, the strength to fight.

My heart is black, where is the light?

Nothing is left, or so it seems Only a dead bouquet of dreams

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