Perhaps a day will come

Perhaps a day will come, that day when we
Will hear the music playing in our head
And as the songs are sung remember who
We are and not what we’ve become instead.
Though much is gone, there’s much that still survives
The wasting of the years that make us weak.
We are as strangers, stumbling through our lives
Lost in the silhouette of what we seek.
Yet hope remains, that in the deep delved heart
There lies a dream not lost to time or fate,
A dream to open up the mind and start
To live again, even though the time grows late.
Even the hardened heart, that will not yield,
Know of the dreams by which it can be healed.

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