
I hold tight to dreams of the past,
And all of the hopes I‘ve amassed,
They strangle present ambition,
And kill my future volition.
How long can dreams possibly last,
Before my life must be recast?
For the love of writing
I hold tight to dreams of the past,
And all of the hopes I‘ve amassed,
They strangle present ambition,
And kill my future volition.
How long can dreams possibly last,
Before my life must be recast?