My eyes have seen
Many hopes, many dreams
Shattered like broken glass
On a daily basis, it seems
I've seen tributes of glory
All with an empty theme
Corruption and greed
Funded in green
There's sadness in my heart
As my mind falls apart
But I keep holding on
For a fresh new start
I listen with concern
As my ears start to burn
I'm searching for a remedy
To which this all can turn
My eyes have seen
Many hopes, many dreams
Reflections on a broken glass
And this time to, shall pass.
C. Vergara
01.21.2015
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