All My Hopes and Dreams

The box was labelled 'All my hopes and dreams'. It hid among the clutter of the shelf. A cardboard treasure, bursting at the seams, She filled it with the pieces of her self. The clippings, cut from glossy magazines. Those perfect people, living perfect lives. The distant places, rich, exotic scenes, And all the perfect husbands, perfect wives. She saved them, and she vowed to make it so. For years she planned for nothing else but this, And when the treasure had no room to grow, She stored it, safely, with a final kiss. Perfect people Perfect lives Perfect husbands Perfect wives All my hopes All my dreams It was bursting at the seams All her life she planned for nothing else but this. On a shelf she stored it, with a final kiss. They found a second box, the day she died: 'My dreams fulfilled' But nothing was inside. [end] All her life she planned for nothing else but this. On a shelf she stored it, with a final kiss. [instrumental bridge] They found a second box, the day she died. 'My dreams fulfilled', But nothing was inside. [end]