An ink for words

Looking Back & Hoping

LOOKING BACK & HOPING

There's something about the night,

The darkness, that's giving me fright

Maybe, because when I am in

I could never stop thinkin'.

Of anything, even those I've always wanted to forget

All the diasppointments, regrets, longings that I felt

For some memories and things that I could not get

It's really hard to be someone who couldn't even bet,

From taking back the place where memories were stored

It was from my childhood, some might be sad but was adored

Passing by has alwalys given me heartbreak that could never be cured

It was then crowded, full of trees and plants, with dry leaves being poured.

Feeling terrified of how things could change in an instant

Feeling disappointed of how people could make rough choices, we're not even relatively distant

In a very small space we once called home since I was a kid

Not knowing that growing old in there, money and time will forbid.

Now, we don't know where to start

We're not rich to plan things and restart

We could never do all things even if we want

We're not fortunate enough to fight and in fate we rant.

I hope one day, we'll build our own

That we could all say and call our home

Never be terrified of being told to pack your things and go

For we hold the title of land we live, no one to finally owe.

-Syrill 🖤