i use to dream of heaven
i would dream about peace
i would scream i love this dream
and have a grin upon my face
then the sky turned dark
the light became extinguished
the smile turned to a frown
the happy music playing was turned off
my source of happiness was gone
dreams are all that makes us go on
so what are we when we have none
we are demons that are isolated
that have ruined lifes and shattered dreams
the roller coaster seems to only go down underground
all i can think of is eventually i will hit the other side of earth
and go up and be happy again
so my dream is being happy sometime in the far future
what is your dream?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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