Sometimes I believe if all of its real
Maybe its just an delusion, maybe its just a trick
But my mind cant get over it, feeling so unreal
Will I ever know the truth, will my wish be fulfilled
Looking at the sky, as if it was the highest point
So wide open, but no sign of hope
In this wretched world, it can be a disappoint
Maybe its really not bad at all, maybe its just my scope
Given deep thoughts, to all my surroundings
How can it be so rare to find such a treasure
Will it be deep in the ocean,no, there must be something else
Regarding my hope, there might be no cure for that im sure
After all in my mind its all a mess
Not even god can find a way
Not even a little wish can make it rain
For my thoughts are either unfair
For my thoughts i shall rest my case
Not even god can help my thoughts, not at all.