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
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
