Yearning for a dream

<sub>Pressed up against the glass
I found myself wanting sympathy
but to be consumed again
oh I know would be the death of me
and there is a love that's inherently given
a kind of blindness offered to appease
and in that light of forbidden joy
oh I know I won't receive it.

When all we wanted was the dream
to have and to hold that precious little thing
like every generation yields
the new born hope unjaded by their years
Sarah Mclachlan - Wait</sub>

I supspect I might not be the happiest person to be around.
Drawing wings will kill me.