• I dream a dream of you and me
    but fate has left me be
    The skies my reach
    but all i can see is what is beneath

    I pull the rose from the thorns
    it's beauty needs some pain
    The garden's ivy grows with age
    my once beautiful garden has become aged

    I remember how the sky was
    I remember how I could never reach it
    I remember the pain in beauty
    And most of all I remember how I never had the chance;
    To become who I wanted to be