I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and Supernatural worth
watching
I dreamed my love for Sam and Dean would never die
I dreamed that
Chuck would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid and dreams were made
and used and wasted
But the demons come at night
With their voices
soft like Crowley
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to
shame
They spent multiple summers on my walls
And filled my days with
wonder
But season 8 came along and it was gone
And still I dream Sam
and Dean will be like brothers
But there are dreams that cannot be
And
storms I cannot weather like Amelia and Benny
I had a dream Supernatural
would be
So different from this hell it is
Now Carver has killed the dream
I dream