10. A boy's dreams

A boy’s dreams fade away
When night skies die for day
Logic rules his head
Fantasies are dead
Fantasies are dead
No more they have their say

A man’s eyes show no joy
Remembering the boy
A faded photograph
A free and careless laugh
A free and careless laugh
No longer his own voice

Yesterday, yesterday
Yesterday will have its say
Yesterday, yesterday
Yesterday will have its way

A youth once saw a man
Successful in his plan
To fight life every day
He had to turn away
He had to turn away
’Twas more than he could stand

Turn away, afraid to say
Yesterday come to stay
Turn away, afraid to stay
Yesterday will have its way