I Used To...

I used to wonder... Wonder why God wouldn't take my dreams away, Away to a place, where I can't see them to this day. I used to think... Think of how painful old memories could be. Be in my mind, and how clearly I could see. I used to pray... Pray that God would take away all the memories of the past, past that I hoped would someday go away at last. I used to dread... Dread every thought of what God took away, away to my memories, but I knew there was a reason for those days. I used to ... To do all these things and not understand because of how things seemed, Seemed so painful, but I guess... If for nothing more, he gave me something to dream.