I hear the sounds of yesteryear
those soundtracks of my life,
music playing in my head
as I dream of better days ahead.
The days are colder,
nights sitting alone,
wishing I had done so much differently
but then that’s how life goes sometimes.
I reach my hands towards the stars,
only dreams in my sight,
hoping that oneday
maybe I’ll get things right.
Do you hear my voice calling?
I shout to no one
but I whisper in the empty
these dreams I hold so tightly.
I hope tomorrow,
or someday to come,
will be the day
these dreams
are more than dreams.
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