s@S$$$$$ $ $$$$$$$$$$ irago $ $$ Dan $ $ $$ Dreams and hopes died with him $ Not only dreams of his but dreams of others And my dreams I used to believe that there would be a day When I would be by his side What a fool I was and still am I can t dream that any more I can t hope that I ll see him wherever I go But still sometimes I try to hold on Hold on to my dreams Hold on to my hopes Trying to pull the sides together of a gaping wound Not wanting to admit that all my desires were in vain To be snatched away by the cruel hands of death I still have my memories of him And even though I have some good ones The memories that never happened Probably would have been better And not only do I mourn for him But also for the death of my fantasies and wishes Sometimes I wonder what hurts more Having someone you loved and loved you Or someone you loved who never knew die Maybe he did know and Maybe he hated me And though death is final There are still maybes and ifs And those things I don t know Tear at my soul and refuse to let me heal And I don t know if I want to heal Healing might mean forgetting Putting someone else in his place And starting new hopes new dreams But by peeling off the scabs on my heart as I begin to heal And by dreaming that my dreams came true I feel as if I am remembering And keeping his memory sacred