When we are younger, we think we’ll find our own key, <br />We are so sure, <br />Unconcerned about what life was sending, until we find, <br />Life throws up bolted doors, and so we don’t dream no more <br /> <br />When we are older, we think we know who we are, <br />We are so sure, <br />We are what we want to be, heading the right way <br />But while we’re living the dreams we made as children, <br />Begin to fade away, they fade away <br /> <br />Until life throws up, another corner, <br />One of the like we’ve never seen before <br />Now we wish, we had a key to the door <br />But now we’ve been forgetting the dreams we <br />Made as children, they now fade away, away <br /> <br />Now, <br /> <br />We’ve painted ourselves a different picture, we <br />Only get what we are settling for, you see <br />The dreams we had as children fade away <br />Never found the key to the door, <br /> <br />And like our dreams dreamt in childish days <br />We fade away, they fade away, we fade away<br /><br />Daniel Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-fade-away/
