lyrics, cd 2, track 4

And, although I can't wait to hear Anne Hathaway sing it in the upcoming motion picture, I put a different version on the 2nd (less-important) CD.  I'm feeling it right now (it's going through my head and I'm in that vibe), so this is what's being posted at midnight... and, as a disclaimer, I know that my life is not horrible, I am blessed.  But, I am allowed to feel that I'm living in my own personal hell.  So, let me just put that out there.  Then again, that's also one of my problems... not letting myself have my moment to grieve or always caring for everyone but myself... and beating myself up about things... or that's what Dr. Tate was saying... and 'tis true.  But, just as sat on my couch and discussed life timelines with Nina on Saturday, I am again thinking of the dreams that I once had... and I know exactly where to look if I wanted to find my timeline of what was to be and the year/ age at which it was to occur... I wish dreams did come true.  From Les Miserables:

~on this version, the lyrics in blue are omitted and I suppose I bolded the lyrics I truly am feeling at this moment-- which is rather hilarious, as I think of my conversation with Jayme and her asking for my letter's 'purpose,' to which we mused him coming to me... as it even says in the song... but how many scenarios I've had, even when we were together, of him coming to my door- with or without flowers, rings, etc.- and rescuing me from my life.~

There was a time when men were kind,
And their voices were soft,
And their words inviting.
There was a time when love was blind,
And the world was a song,
And the song was exciting.
There was a time when it all went wrong...

I dreamed a dream in time gone by,
When hope was high and life, worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die,
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid,
And dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song unsung, no wine, untasted.

But the tigers come at night,
With their voices soft as thunder,
As they tear your hope apart,
And they turn your dream to shame.

He slept a summer by my side,
He filled my days with endless wonder...
He took my childhood in his stride,
But he was gone when autumn came!

And still I dream he'll come to me,
That we will live the years together,
But there are dreams that cannot be,
And there are storms we cannot weather!

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living,
So different now from what it seemed...
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed...