Dreaming of happiness by day
Frightened by the thoughts that could happen by night
Thoughts that bruise when he moves into a corner
To get away from the Speight
Tears of pain and anger surrounds and crushes him
Letting him down, lost happiness that came into struggles
Struggles into depression
Depression into a lifetime of headaches
His mind runs out of words to say but fake
Lifeâ??s at stake bruises that came in him like a piece of cake
Tryna do whatâ??s right but ends up with anotherâ??s anger and bitterness
â??What is thisâ?? life flushing down the toilet with tears of waste
This could be his last word that came from the past of gladness
That cast the strugglers to a better pace
Or it could be his first sixty years of wasted time at stake
Praying for a better paceâ?¦one day
Dreaming happiness and gladness and thanking Jehovah when he prays
For a new start of his dreams
But now it all seems like his dreams being washed out of its colours
Like a brand new pair of jeans
That was bought and seemed from the iron
That shined like a popular teen
His dreams is at a pause like a womenâ??s menopause
But lost trying to be found
From corner to corner and all around
It may seem his life has turned up side down
Into a flawless frown
Wishing one day his pain heal into a flashing sound
Happy by day
Frightened by night
When will he ever be freed into the light?
