In me lies a dreamer
In me lies a reflection of a broken soul
The dreamer explores the world in his mind
In search of possibilities, which no man could find
Whilst the broken soul lays hours in bed confined
With paths of failure as the image from which it is pre-destined
The dreamer echoes the sounds of power and glory
Awaiting to give his best, so he can create a passionate life story
His heart takes disappointment as an opportunity to learn
Victory, freedom and happiness, all this things he years
The broken soul is the reflection of an abandoned child
In search of a home, whilst captured by the tragedies of the wild
Its teary voice begs God to let it die peacefully
The blood that runs through its veins runs in cold bitterness, painfully
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