A/N: This is an AU where Padame survived childbirth and is now in hiding, reminiscing on the recent past.
As I hid in the dark, damp cellar, I clutch at the little square wooden carving hanging on my neck.
I dreamed a dream in times gone by…
My fingers trace the groves upon it that I know by heart.
When hope was high and life worth living.
I think back to those peaceful nights on Naboo, that no one knows of.
I dreamed that love would never die!
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
When I was young and unafraid,
I remember the joy in his eyes when we kissed in the sunset.
Those dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid! No song unsung, no wine untasted!
But the tigers come at night…
I remember feeling the disbelief, I knew Obi-one was lying.
With their voices soft as thunder!
Right?
As they tear your hope apart,
Wrong.
A they turn you dreams to shame!
And still I dream he'll come to me,
And we can live the years together.
But there are some things that can not be! There are some storms we can not weather!
I dreamed a dream my life would be…
So different from this hell I'm living! So different now, than what it seems!
But life has killed that dream…
I…
Dreamed.