{I dreamed a dream}
This here sung by Ruthie Henshall.
Originally performed on broadway by les miserables.
While the song is famed it gained much popularity after Susan Boyle's rendition on Britain's Got Talent.
Words fail.



I dreamed a dream in time gone by,
When hope was high and life worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die,
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.

Then i was young and unafraid,
When dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song unsung, no wine untasted.

But the tigers come at night,
With their voices soft as thunder.
As they tear your hopes apart,
As they turn your dream to shame.

Some battles are meant to be fought alone.

Due to the intricate nature and unique situation that each individual face, it is an impossibility for any one person to fully understand another's. Even if two situation are vaguely similar, the singular nature of each individual allows for vast perceptions to be conceived. Thereby making two similar situations vastly different.

Understand if i chose to embark on this journey alone.

When the complexity of the web confounds even the spider itself, how is he to escape?

Trapped in my own labyrinth of thoughts, any sliver of reason is abandoned. I confuse even myself at times.

How do you begin explaining something you do not even fully comprehend?

Even so, it is much too easy to partake in the 'blame game'. So easy in fact, we volunteer ourselves subconciously to escape judgement because to accept is to admit we're wrong. And humans rarely enjoy being wrong. When confronted, we hide behind our self-righteous dignity and scream our discontent. That is simply who we are.

But perhaps, just perhaps, it's time I accepted my failures. That somewhere down memory lane, it had been my faute.
'Let those who are without sins throw the first stones.' Or so i've read.