these walls are sprankled with pictures of my past. old days I can't wash away. sometimes I wish that I can turn back the clocks to see what we used to be 

but when I look at my life between counting my days, I don't know what went wrong. when I was young I had so many dreams but none of them fulfilled my life 

sing with us 

dreams that faded, hopes that failed. I was praying, I was begging, I was on my knees. when I was right, when I was strong, when I forgot to dream. when I look at my life (it seems like it's standing). 
when I look at my life it seems like it's standing (dreams that faded, hopes that failed)