A little kid
Innocent and blind from all the darks in the world
Kind and an optimist
Lying in bed every night
Thinking what they would be in the future
They change their dreams
Like how they change their clothes
They think about their dreams every night
Wishing that their dreams would come true
Time goes by
They hold onto their dreams
Still believing that dreams do come true
But unknowingly the dreams that they hold onto are slipping from their grasp
Before they know it they'll have another dream that they wish would come true
Still with an innocent mind and kind hearts
Still believing that dreams do come true
Time passes by
The old innocent and kind kid was replaced by a grown up
A grown up, with a not so innocent mind
A grown up that are intoxicated by the darkness of the world
Without their consent, the dreams that they used to dreamed are gone
Gone like a wind
The dreams of the innocent little kid are now replaced by their selfishness
They try so hard to please themselves
That they forgot about everyone
They forgot their dreams that they once dreamed about
They tried so hard to reach their dream
And once they reached that dream they forgot what made them reached their dream
But if they failed to reach their dream
They'll be broken, to pieces
Devastated and they'll go weeping around the house all day
The realities of dreams are hard
Because not all dreams come true
And it's hard to accept that there are dreams that don't come true
And the dreams that don't come true are our dreams
It's hard to accept but once they don't come true
Giving up is not the answer
