A dream.
Your life is never going
to be a dream.


Dreaming of
better days,
you're hoping
that pain will
amor tu less,
but pain
loves tu more.


You're still
that sad child,
tu have never gotten
away from your past.
Your destiny
is bounded
for their sins.
tu cannot wash yourself,
tu cannot be yourself.


They see you
as their opportunity
to restore
their failures,
but they don't see
that your desires
are being smashed,
your identity is
being erased.


tu don't remember
who that person is,
tu don't dream
anymore,
tu don't rejoice
anymore,
tho you're still
that sad child
trapped within
their misfortune.


They want tu
to play por their rules,
all they know is how to
command,
but they don't see you,
they don't feel
the sorrow inside your
empty eyes,
those used to shine.


And you're still
that sad child
full of hope,
crashed por unfilled
dreams,
smashed por their
bitterness.


And your identity
is being erased,
you're life is fading.
The joy of living
tu don't see,
tho tu still have
your dreams,
tu still want those
better days,
that sad child
still lives inside you.