Recalling When, by Allison McCulloch

Recalling When

 
If it rains tonight
If the angels cry
They will know how I feel

When I wake up
And it's still the same
Then I will know this is real

  I was so close to my dreams
  But they were stolen by reality

  And now each moment
  I think of you and
  What could have been
  It's not wasted time
  It's how I get by
  Recalling when

Many will pretend 
They don't feel the pain
Ignoring it with laughter and words
But they can't erase
What has taken place
I know, I am sure

  I was so close to my dreams
  But they were stolen by reality

  And now each moment
  I think of you and
  What could have been
  It's not wasted time
  It's how I get by
  Recalling when

Bridge:
I've been looking for answers
But they aren't to be found
They only like to appear
I've been wanting one thing
After another
It's finally come clear
We never get what we want

  I was so close to my dreams
  But they were stolen by reality

  And now each moment
  I think of you and
  What could have been
  It's not wasted time
  It's how I get by
  Recalling when
1999, Allison McCulloch

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