Little dreams, little lives.
So much to say,
So much to hide.
Little do I know,
...
Invisible butterflies, all around
As we saw each other
There was something special,
About you, your actions, and your words
...
Lots of things left unsaid,
Lots of things left undone,
So many dreams and imaginations,
But all put aside
...
The Escape
Little dreams, little lives.
So much to say,
So much to hide.
Little do I know,
To whom to say,
From whom to hide.
Between laughters and giggles,
There is a small world, that thrives.
Through the closed minds,
Through the hollow souls,
Through the fearful, yet caring lines.
Lines that surround me,
Lines that persuade me,
Yet stop me to thrive.
How am I supposed to blossom?
When it is so hard to decide,
Between what is wrong, and what is right.
Between who is wrong, and who is right.
Bigger dreams, bigger lives.
Still so much to say,
And still so much to hide.