Though life is full of hopes & dreams,
some are very shattering indeed,
They are the hopes for one's future
Yet are the promise for today.
Many times these dreams fall,
To make sense, not at all.
Through all look forward for them
None have hope, not a bit.
If only that lovely way was paved,
I'd sure love to tread its path
But for me those paths are not waken,
They are only the closed dreams of mine.
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