Dreams are for those who think
They can reach the stars
A heart full of will, a soul with courage
A clenched fist ready for war
I ceased to dream
When I knew the stars were from the sky
Me, a dust of the Earth
Drawn by wind just wherever
Little and pathetic
I ceased to dream
When dreams became mere wishful thinking
When friends became traitors
And hope lead to devastation
When I faced the fight and knew I was battling alone
With a rusty sword and no armor
When nothing more existed but pitch black darkness
Tasting my own blood and sweat, my shadow leaves me alone
With a broken heart, a lost soul
An open hand that surrendered
A mind that ceased to dream
A crippled body, an empty spirit
A road with no direction
Yet people keep on saying I've got to find "the reason"
But at night, when I closed my eyes to sleep
I couldn't seem to find it
I kept on asking, called for help
A deafening silence came as an answer
Would I endure another day tomorrow?
Happiness is a choice they say
But happiness is madness
Reasons they say, my life's purpose
Or perhaps, excuse to live another day?
I ceased to dream and I am tired
Of being a pathetic dust carried by wind or water
Being on the desert or muddy shore
Can't handle being alone, no more
I ceased to dream 'coz I've opened my eyes
Facing the reality I no longer can deny
That I shall forever be a pathetic dust of the Earth
Unnoticed, vague and won't shine from the sky
