I have dreamed a dream,
But now that dream has gone from me;
The morning star heralds the dawn,
A dawn which I shall never see.

You made me love you unselfishly,
When you did your spell cast upon me;
All along I should have known,
That it was never meant to be.

You called out to me in sweet desperate song,
As did the sirens call out to Odysseus;
But unlike the hero of Troy,
I met my fate foolishly yielding to lust.

You were beauty incarnate, a goddess divine,
So I went to war to fight for you;
But now you are a harlot, a disloyal whore,
So let my inflictions no more be true.

At first sight I did fall in love with you,
And at your feet did I bow;
I curse the day I did meet you,
For this pain you leave me with now.

Yes I did love you once before,
I gave up all to go your way;
But now I am damned, I can love no more,
After you did my love betray.

Now my dreams seem an empty emotion.
If I do find one who will love me,
How will I ever love her,
With this heart of stone you’ve given me?

If war is for warriors only,
Then let love be only for lovers true.
But if dreams are meant for all,
Then why do we dream
If our thoughts mean nothing?
Let dreams be for dreamers only,
And let me be the dreamer’s king.
As i drown in sorrow, hear my screams,
O mighty Morpheus of ancient old,
O ancient Roman god of dreams.

Indeed I have dreamed a dream,
But now that dream is gone from me;
The morning star heralds the dawn,
A dawn which I shall never see.