When I was a child,
I was told to dream,
Of possibilities and chances,
A bright future of me,
Being who I want to be,
It's most exciting,
It's a wonderful time,
When I'm allowed to be whatever
I wanted to be,
And no one can ever bring me down,
From the blossoming clouds of my hope,
Of my hours in the sun.
Yet this soulless world,
Running on greed and gains,
Stepping on my dreams,
Make way through my heart,
Breaking the hope building in me,
That's what they called reality.
In this restless world,
That we aught to live,
Dreams is ended before it's blossomed,
To be a flower of hope,
For a better day,
And too many wishes under the moonlight,
Beneath the starry sky,
Seem to wither and cool,
In the warmth of the daylight.
