If time were not so fleeting, it would be easy to be patient.
But hearts need love, and bodies grow old.
How can a heart so filled with passion
Be so bereft of fulfillment?
Too many who do not deserve love
Have love freely given only to toss it to the wind
Like the dying leaves of fall.
Why do I crave love so?
Why do I yearn for passion?
Why do I think of bygone days of youthful splendor?
Love comes so easily to the young.
I was a handsome lad...
Now too many wrinkles in my face
Too much grey on my temples
Too many holes in my heart
No one wants an old dreamer
But I will never stop dreaming
Can never stop dreaming
Or I might as well shrivel and die.
A heart without love, or at least the dream of love
Is a heart empty and dark
A heart full of love and the dream of love
Will always light the way.