Dreaming of Tomorrow
We had lived in hopes of coming
across a better tomorrow...
Whenever we wanted to give up;
We told ourselves to hold on
Even now, when all seems hopeless
The last wish is wasted
The last dream is gone...
Why does my heart still want to belong
To those broken dreams,
Those colourless times...
When all had told us things would go better
Why does the heart always rule over
The broken pieces still believe with all its might -
The dream's not over;
the hope still lingers
But it still is all mine -
Born from the pieces of my broken heart...
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