To ease the pain you feel you can do it, you get up every day and you brush aside the thoughts that destiny is miles away

Fate lets you hold on to ground, hoping that today might be different and it isn’t 

So every night you go to bed,  dejected, and you think 

What’s the point of all of this and yet again you are tricked by another dream 

And the dream shows you a dream of a life with things, a better way of life 

Not just some morals and you hope and you fall sick with the hope

Dreaming that another day, another morning might be different from today.


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