For every time I built that shining castle made of glass

The winds of fate would blow again

And shatter it to ash

The gleaming shards that shine so bright

Reflect my hopes and dreams

Cutting with their sharpened edges

Slicing til I bleed

For I dared, I’d dared to hope

Though I knew it folly true

For without that hope I’d never make

My dreams unto

The life I wished to live

That life which I may never know

For every time I build that castle

The winds of fate will blow.