I dreamed that love would never die

I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid

But the tigers come at night

With their voices soft as thunder

As they tear your hope apart

As they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side

He filled my days with endless wonder

But there are dreams that cannot be

And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be

So different from this hell I'm living

So different now from what it seemed

Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

A painful flashback, knowing all too well how it feels. It hit too close to home. The raw agony that even now, looking back at it, makes me sad. 

Sad that I had to go through so much hurt. 

Lost in memories drenched in tears, a warm, loving touch brings me back to reality. 

A kiss, an embrace and a soothing whisper, "You have me now, my love." And the cold, cold world just melts away. That is my triumph. To learn to love again, to have one's faith restored, to learn to trust again, to regain one's pride and ultimately to find the strength to believe in Him again. 

He gave me hope when hope was gone. 

He gave me strength to journey on.