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Verse 1
[soft, warm, nostalgic tone]
When I was seven, I drew it clear
A little house where the sun would appear
White picket fence and a garden gate
Two kids chasing, before it got late
I’d be a mum by thirty-three
Kiss them goodbye, then off to me
A job that felt like more than just pay
Friends round the table, every holiday
Mum and Dad would come every Sunday
Bake us cakes, watch the children play
I thought I knew how the story would go
That bright, bright future I’d come to know
Pre-Chorus
[fades a little, softer voice]
I held that picture right to my chest
Believed it all, it was all I could get
Time moved fast, and the lines got blurred
And every promise got slowly deferred
Chorus
[gentle, aching, heartfelt]
Oh the future I dreamed, it looked nothing like this
I thought I’d have love, and a life full of bliss
Nearly forty now, and I’m still on my own
No kids, no home, just a phone that’s never known
No friends to call, no place to lay roots down
I’m scared of what’s waiting when tomorrow comes round
I still want the things I dreamed of back then
But I’m starting to think they were only for them
Verse 2
[quieter, more raw, voice a little tighter]
Now I wake up to the same old view
Rent’s too high, and the work’s all I do
It doesn’t feel like mine, it just feels like a chore
I come home to silence, and I lock the door
My parents are older, they ask how I am
I say I’m fine, I don’t tell them the plan
Never happened, not even close
I’m drifting slow where the current goes
No one to laugh with, no one to hold
No memories building, just days growing old
Pre-Chorus
I still hold that picture right to my chest
Want it so bad, but it feels less and less
Time moved fast, and the lines got all blurred
And every hope got slowly deferred
Chorus
Oh the future I dreamed, it looked nothing like this
I thought I’d have love, and a life full of bliss
Nearly forty now, and I’m still on my own
No kids, no home, just a phone that’s never known
No friends to call, no place to lay roots down
I’m scared of what’s waiting when tomorrow comes round
I still want the things I dreamed of back then
But I’m starting to think they were only for them
Bridge
[very soft, almost a whisper – vulnerable, fragile]
Some days I still hope it might turn around
That the right one will find me, that peace will be found
That I’ll save up for windows, and paint every wall
That people will stay, when I answer the call
I want my kids to know their grandparents’ hand
I want holidays by the sea, in the sand
But the years keep slipping right through my fingers
And the bright little picture slowly lingers
Outro
[fades out, guitar strum slow, quiet]
When I was little, I drew it so clear…
A happy life… it was all I could hear…
I still want it now… I still want it so…
But the future’s not the one I used to know…
[fades to silence]
Details
GeneratedAug 22, 2026
Duration4:22
LanguageEnglish
Style
[Indie Folk – soft acoustic guitar, gentle harmonies interlude, slow steady tempo], female
gentle, intimate,bittersweet
Credits
Prompt by
Drnick55
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