To the children of the dark

The hands molded for the trade,
The people who live under the blade,
Where gunshots are heard before the cries,
The people are just shadows and lies,
Where cloaks and daggers dictate lives.
A child born in such a soil,
has no heart, no soul but only his blood to boil.

The Dream

I lift my feet off the ground for a take off
I put my head towards the sky
I wanna break off
I look around, i see nothing
All these people on the ground greedy and bluffing
I'm feeling dizzy because of their shit in my brain,
We are living in a world where
Nothings ever the same,
Where one smiles for the others cries,
Where people are living in their own shadows and lies,
Where imaginations don't reach the sky,
And the bird of hope has never learnt to fly.

A future in the population of murderers cannot be seen
Because the people around you kill your dream,
Thrown in a dirty corner with rats and flies
Left alone to cry,
You are forced to think
 that whatever you dreamt of has already died.

Buy no one's ever putting me on a leash,
I'm gonna break away,
I'm gonna run,
And I'm gonna feel the sky