Tuesday, 29 April 2014

little red riding hood

I've had a day off today,
and went back to singing class -
I used to hate having to sing and only started it to work on my voice for jobs,
but damn,
I just  l o v e  it now.
That feeling when you have so many mixed emotions, and you find that song that suddenly expresses all what you'd had locked inside.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving

 Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

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