Broken Dreams
I put all my dreams in one basket.
I tripped and fell in the night.
Now there all broken,
my dreams,
there all broken;
I'll start again,
with the coming light.
First I'll fix myself a cup of coffee,
sit back and think about my life,
just where I've been
and where it is I'm goin',
now I'm just me,
and not someone’s wife.
All my dreams are broken,
they’re but pieces of my past.
New dreams I recognize growin'.
The new dreams,
I'm thinking,
are showing first light.
Where they'll lead,
there's no way of knowing.
Now I'll fix myself that cup of coffee,
sit back and think about my life,
just where I've been
and where it is I'm goin',
now I'm me,
and not just someone’s wife.
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