My path got lost in the feedings of my families shelter, thought i would do something worth, but responsibilities made the choices, as time passed by, i lost the ability to fly, worthy were the dreams, but i couldn't make it my worth to reach them.
You let me decide the path of an idea, freedom, make it two or three choices, i will have the power, freedom, as a bird cannot live without wings, don't cut the freedom from a persons treasure.
I had a dream, in the dreamland people were considered and not the society, emotions were respected not the taunts, in my dream society was having peace and harmony, not fakeness and broken dreams.
My night mirrors my deep dark side that hesitates towards the light, some rays peep and it quickly retreats, makes no mistake my dark never strays, so be it as my night mirrors the darkest qualities.