Dream (deep words)

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When we dream the dream

When we move through stream

Like a crazy theme

And those children stage

Then we old so soon

And the time passes

But we can’t stop to dream

So where the starting lead

Till the ending gone

And we all move on

But we can’t forget to dream

Some are so lucky

Some are so unlucky

But we would do

What the world teach us

That’s the tragedy

What’s the remedy?

But we can’t be free

Our wings tide up

So we losing faith

So we turn our backs

And we loosing shades

For what we dream to be

And starts we dreaming again

And starts we live again

But won’t have that wings

To fly above the sea

And that limit comes

Won’t have that time to thrice

And then do what we do

And here is my time thus comes…

AM

Be Sombody’s Grouch

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When we never sleep at that night,

It feels like a dream all the time,

someone gonna drink all the wine,

Because we gonna breath to survive,

He never could make it at that time,

Something gonna come out to his mind,

He thought it was good enough to survive,

But the bullet cross his heart and grind,

He suffer pain and misfortune,

Without complaining all his life,

He find the way that’s not exist,

and walk away from burning lies,

Every second passes slowly at that time,

The taste of blood is all left by,

The pain is so hard to disguise,

When all the hopes will deprived,

All of those plans we made all life,

All of those moments we wait for right time,

All of those wishes we wish to come by,

All of those words we can’t speak or write,

When everything’s gone and leave behind,

when some one falls and close his eyes,

It feels like a haunted paradise,

When the last breath he breathes inside,

The feeling he felt at that time,

The heart will pound one last time,

The fear is gone from his eyes,

When all the memories rewind,

But he was born to die,

But he was plan to surprise,

And he knows how this world works,

So he will be bury in and satisfy,

Mercy on mistakes he driven,

Dignity, Love and Affection,

Peoples he met and love he found,

All of it left at that corny ground,

But that’s not the end of the world i doubt,

Ever lasting lust will again get out,

Thousands of men will again riot out,

And Someone like him will again be somebody’s Grouch.

AM