I died for my dreams

A drop of my soul An ounce of my life An inch of my heart A part to laugh and cry Our own youth fountain In the garden with bloody roses Paid the price of this little dream Once upon a time faithless and hopeless An ocean of my soul A trade of my life Bloody roses of my heart This road to you to offer, I die I regret none though To live with a little more sense Following this venture of freedom I proudly say I died for my dreams

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