House of Broken Dreams
In the house of broken dreams
Window panes are made of tears
And the paper on the wall
Draws the picture of my fears
It's a never place to be
Broken pieces line the floor
The hopes that now once were
Turn to mist forever more.
Time to leave those dreams so cherished
In old visions far behind
To bravely seek the new, the real
And healthy faith in what I'll find
Let go, let God, move on
Ahead toward what as yet may be
And with the passing old to new
Build a house called Me.
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