And what of all of these moments? Years have made us all opponents Works we set out to create Are gone or have deteriorated From what was young and lighthearted I've become as one departed To you I have changed, you say But every hope I've had's been misplaced Such as it was We take our dreams as they come And we sing such as it was We see our dreams come undone Into memories, into memories You lowly wear your soft armor Hurled at you by keen archers Bring to pass what you confess Instead of suffering with much less A hope for growth has been so stunted Much like ones deterred and hunted From the four corners of your life Comes the shudderings of lost time Such as it was We take our dreams as they come And we sing such as it was We see our dreams come undone Into memories, into memories In closing all our dim holdings Hurtened by our vast unknowings Soon we'll come to each regret Numbered with our lack of prospects