Do you know where the hopes and dreams all go
Are they melting with the snow
Do you think that they're still waiting over there
all the futures tossed aside without a care
Are they rusting in that trailer park of dreams

As the day breaks everything is yours to mold
When the bell rand I was caught out in the cold
Then the rains came, had to struggle with my own feet
Towards somewhere, any place my eyes should meet

And what my eyes did find was never what it seemed
There were no wonders there, no forests and no streams
All that was left were dull reflections of my dreams

As I lay down with my story all but done
I will gather all my friends and all my sons
I will tell them that most dreams are not fulfilled
and acceptance does require force of will
but frustration will just bring you to your knees