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.
I had a dream my life would beSo different from this hell I'm living,So different now from what it seemed...Now life has killed the dream I dreamed...
Luke 15 begins: 1 Now all the tax collectors and sinners were coming near to listen to him. 2 And the Pharisees and the scribes were grumbl...