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Stephanie The dreams are fading I cannot see We could have been so many things It could have been the world Childhood hopes vanished once We were left clinging to the aftermath We gazed through the window Yet the light was blinding I cannot find you, my friend help me please The dreams are fading I cannot see We could have been so many things It could have been the world Time has aged us, our innocence lost Jaded youth, we cannot see What became of the children we were? You, my dear famous writer, and I, artist extraordinaire? Where are we now, on this bitter travel worn road? Did we lose our way at a fork in our path? The dreams are fading I cannot see We could have been so many things It could have been the world Peaceful gardens, a stroll with love laughing children, we'd raise as sisters But look, it vanishes, I cannot see them Where is your prince, my sister, and where is mine? Will we let it end this way, slipping past our fingers...? The dreams are fading I cannot see We could have been so many things It could have been the world [ Go Back ] |