If Dreams Can Die
If dreams can die it's time to cry
If hopes of yore are now a lie
When concentrating hurts your brain
Your best-laid plans go down the drain
The dreaded judgment may be nigh
A flicker stirs, you soar up high
You try to go against the grain
Your muscles ache, you feel the strain
If dreams can die
The question on your lips is why
Your doc's the best that money buys
Why does he sing his old refrain
There is no cure for all your pain
You hang your head, emit a sigh
If dreams can die
(Iambic Tetrameter)
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