Though I tried and swore never to say goodbye,
I watched you fly far away.
In my life, from the depths of deep inside,
to the altar's door and when I pray,
I thank God for this life, for dreams, and love's power.
Seems nothing's left for me to say.
But nothing's not enough.
Our memories are crazy, and you will always amaze me.
Turn it back, once upon a time,
where every dream was made
and every word was prayed,
believing it was a sign.
Turn it back, once upon a time.
Can we just walk away,
leaving the dream to stay,
and make this our final rhyme?
Beyond the doors
of my deepest corridors,
that's where love pours
out of me.
Yet all I find
in the reflections of my mind,
our love's frozen in time,
denied to be.
I can hear you inside,
a chilling call like silent screaming.
And I can feel you breathing.
It beckons me from felicity.
Another dream that's been shattered.
Maybe it never mattered?
Turn it back, once upon a time,
where every dream was made
and every word was prayed,
believing it was a sign.
Turn it back, once upon a time.
Can we just walk away,
leaving the dream to stay,
and make this our final rhyme?
Time has since stood still.
Love letters don't fade that fast.
Yet every dream we shared reflects the past.
Am I to now forget?
This song's not over yet.
Rewind it back to the day we met.
Life may never be the same,
and I grow tired of playing this game.
Still colors fly as my spirit's crying out your name.
Turn it back, once upon a time,
where every dream was made
and every word was prayed,
believing it was a sign.
Turn it back, once upon a time.
So now I'll walk away, leaving the dream to stay,
and make this my final rhyme...
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