Dreams of Glass

It's been a long, long road
From where we began
We're not as young
As our dreams of glass
What will they become
When the journeys done
Can we hold them in our hands
Those dreams of glass
\Oh, dreams of glass
But will they come to pass
Or lay shattered by the road
By the blows that they've had in the past
\Are the edges sharp
Does it hurt to look in the past
Do they cut you deep inside
those dreams of glass
What will they become when the journeys done
Can we hold them in our hands
Oh, those dreams of glass