Dying Hopes and Dreams
by Jacqueline M. Baker
Tuesday, December 03, 2002
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I never knew I'd stop having hopes and dreams..
When they should happen they dissappear it seems
History repeats itself so I'm alone and I'm crying.
Hoping you'll still come for my hope is declining.
Why does it always happen to me?
I get my hopes up and they never seem to be.
While I sit here and cry I hope your not far by.
And coming on your way You were supposed to be here today.