Selfmade Unmade

In a voice roughened by regret
I can hear what he has hoped for
And that it has not happened yet
That he has always been so strong
But now he wonders how much more
Disappointment he can endure
Before he leaves it all behind

When he was young he was so sure
He knew the answers or could find
Them if he asked the questions long
Enough or maybe loud enough
But he got lost and things went wrong
He bet it all and lost the bet
And now it hurts inside his mind

So when he talks his voice is rough
Since he is fighting not to cry

How do you live when your dreams die?

+Steven Curtis Lance



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