• A broken dream
    Is a common thing
    It starts as a gleam
    And ends as a sting
    It hurts so deep
    You want to weep
    But your tears are dry
    They all passed on by
    Whithout you knowing
    The wind starts blowing
    You live a lie
    And start to die
    Deep inside
    You start to hide
    You want to cry
    You dont know why
    But the pain is there
    And you dont care
    You lost your way
    You can not stay
    You wish you could find
    What you left behind
    That thing that gleams
    Those broken dreams