My Life

This dream is just a Life,

A life where there is too little love,

Where guilty children are set free to live,

Where children love no children they have known all their lives.

I wish this life was such a dream,

I wish that this life wouldn't be like my last, with all its sadness and gray,

I wish I had to watch these children go through their youth and innocence.

When I work in the light I forget my current life, some bad, some good,

Sometimes I forget the full brightness that is full of so much hate that it is so sickening

That I want to stop forgetting.

Yet maybe this is my life,

Maybe it's not someone else's,

But if it is my life,

I wish I could dream.