I dreamed a dream in days gone by
When hope was high and
life worth living
I dreamed my hair would never die
I dreamed that it would go on living
Then I was young and unafraid
and dreams were made& used & wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No shampoo unused, no brush unwasted….


I had a dream my hair would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now my hair has killed the dream I dreamed……


with credit to Les Miserables