Have a lot to do with how much I love a song. Not just this music or the dance ability or whatever. I just watched the Susan Boyle audition for the hundredth time period I love it so much when somebody who's considered to be less than desirable or goofy or stupid acting comes out onto the stage and just blows everybody away. If I post any more tonight that's where I'm going to try to keep a civil tongue in my head. By the way the alcohol is going to run out before long and I will be in the hospital hopefully. I hate going back for the second time to go through this but by the same token I don't want to die this way. I feel it necessary to say my feelings about this song have nothing to do with Trent. There was a time when men were kind When their voices were soft And their words inviting There was a time when 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 in times 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 dream to shame He slept a summer by my side He filled my days 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 |