StrangeNoise

Childhood Dream

When I was young I dreamed of the perfect girl

Hair bathed in butterflies

Eyes pure as glass

So much so you could see into her soul

And filled with hope and passion sung her heart

While she slept she was poured into clouds

Traveled far beyond her stars and planets

And soon arrived at what she called home

A desperate dream of family

Met around a table and shared tears of joy

Desires in her hand but greed did not wrap around her finger

Diving into the midnight sky she fell

Suddenly she lands back in her head

Awake to the echoing waves brought from reality

She washed away and was taken to what I called her grave

Laughed at her truth and tore apart her face

Believed she did not belong inside this world of pain

But she is not dead

With all that I did to keep her hidden

To break her soul until no life was given

Unsuccessful

She will never die

As much as I longed to dispose of her dreams

She is still within me but that now… is why I still hope

Because without her, my childhood\'s mirror

The same of which I tried to shatter

I would be without my body and laid in a bed

Of dirt, I’d be trapped for eternity

So please… do not hate me for being me