Of course. Dad couldn't just let him speak as he wished, He had to tear the words out of him, force them into a shape He found pleasing. And, as always, there was no point in fighting it.
"I dreamed a dream in times gone by; When hope was high and life worth living," he sang, striding through the room. All he could do now was-- keep those threatening tears at bay, couldn't he? The one bit of control left to him. "I dreamed that love would never die, I dreamed that God would be forgiving..."
He sucked in a breath.
"But I was young and unafraid. And dreams were made And used and wasted. There was no ransom to be paid-- No song unsung, no wine untasted."
Re: Loft
Of course. Dad couldn't just let him speak as he wished, He had to tear the words out of him, force them into a shape He found pleasing. And, as always, there was no point in fighting it.
"I dreamed a dream in times gone by; When hope was high and life worth living," he sang, striding through the room. All he could do now was-- keep those threatening tears at bay, couldn't he? The one bit of control left to him. "I dreamed that love would never die, I dreamed that God would be forgiving..."
He sucked in a breath.
"But I was young and unafraid.
And dreams were made And used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid--
No song unsung, no wine untasted."