Photo of a man in darkness surround by sparks from a fire

If I let go of my dreams

Fifty years later, I still feel the same
But time is never what it seems
I am still playing the Circle Game
Wondering who I would be, if I let go of my dreams

Still looking for heaven here on earth
Still getting my feet wet when I try to cross streams
Still finding a death in every birth
And wondering who I would be, if I let go of my dreams

A dream is the beginning of a thread that I pull
When I’m trying to unravel myself
Sometimes they’re half empty, sometimes they’re half full
And sometimes they just ain’t any help

I sometimes think a dream has come true
But then I see it ain’t what it seems
Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a clue
And I wonder who I would be, if I let go of my dreams

Some of my dreams were dreams you and I shared
To make balance with society’s extremes
To prove to ourselves that you and I cared
Never wondering who we might be, if we let go of our dreams

A dream is the beginning of a thread that I pull
When I’m trying to unravel myself
Sometimes they’re half empty, sometimes they’re half full
And sometimes they just ain’t any help



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SR

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