I used to dream of my future
Sit around and daydream for long
I did not know of the cruels of this world
Even when I felt the hunger.
But then the twisted games began
The wicked stares
And the bitchy talks
I saw the world in different colours
When I realized there’s no cure for life
I closed up from all good and evil
Never showed my face in light
If there was a light at the end of the tunnel
I was too blind to see
Then maybe my life would’ve turned out sober
And as beautiful as everyone else’s seems…
Dreams Of The Light
