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.