I’m full of broken promises and shattered dreams
Food for the heartbroken and the hopeless.
Hapless and haggard,
I drink from the cup of Happenstance
And hope against hope…
Maybe there is a place out there
Where dreams come true
And people are truly happy—
Do you think it possible?
Maybe.
But in the Sandman’s kingdom,
Such thoughts are wasteful and futile.
Where does the futility in hope lay?
To waste our time on foolish dreams,
To see it die away?
I guess I’ve fallen astray–
Oh, how the wicked one schemes!
Hope is a dying word
Bought out by dilemma and strife
(What a debt we have incurred!)
To hear its cry and not have stirred
To hope we all have rife.
The funeral’s held tomorrow,
And who shall be invited?
All the lover’s sorrow,
All the words left borrowed,
And Despair should be delighted.
