Post by Vacancy on Mar 28, 2004 21:25:20 GMT
Catastrophy,
and fantasy,
ever go hand,
in hand.
Crashing down,
broken dreams,
becoming once again,
just a fantasy.
Love,
and hope,
and peace,
and longing...
These things make,
the world go 'round,
For if we stopped trying,
we'd all be crying.
If our attempts fail,
beat down by a breath or wind,
or shattered by a storm of hail,
Some day,
now or then,
once of forevermore,
we fall.
we fail.
Our hopes become
a fantasy.
Just another broken heart,
just another shattered start,
just another broken dream,
once again, a fantasy.
Hoping ever to succeed,
as our longings turn to grief,
once again they will fall,
Just another fantasy.
You may SHOUT,
(no one hears you...)
You may CRY,
(but who will care?)
You may GROAN with LONGING,
(but no one hears your dreams)
(your broken dreams)
(your fantasys)
and fantasy,
ever go hand,
in hand.
Crashing down,
broken dreams,
becoming once again,
just a fantasy.
Love,
and hope,
and peace,
and longing...
These things make,
the world go 'round,
For if we stopped trying,
we'd all be crying.
If our attempts fail,
beat down by a breath or wind,
or shattered by a storm of hail,
Some day,
now or then,
once of forevermore,
we fall.
we fail.
Our hopes become
a fantasy.
Just another broken heart,
just another shattered start,
just another broken dream,
once again, a fantasy.
Hoping ever to succeed,
as our longings turn to grief,
once again they will fall,
Just another fantasy.
You may SHOUT,
(no one hears you...)
You may CRY,
(but who will care?)
You may GROAN with LONGING,
(but no one hears your dreams)
(your broken dreams)
(your fantasys)
