What's Your Dream

So life has begun it’s battle before your dreams have surfaced. So God or man of a fatherly figure doesn’t hear you cry, but you still try. Try to find some comfort in some small sort of security. You tried to understand yourself. by seeing your future plans. The image to be, but you always look back. Selling your future dreams that you lack, then wonder about the past and see: The innocence slipping away. Loosing the dreams, and the infatuation to believe. You sought your vision, eyes alone. Counted the hardships as a lost victory. Now I want to know one more thing. What’s your dream? So now reality is the dull pain of life, writing you into hidden history. Did you want your name, to be known among the stars, or are you just having fun? Has your dreams begun? I won’t look back. But just to see how far I’ve come now. Have I lived long enough to rest, or do I need to keep fighting for this dream? Soothing my burning needs is the final test. Desire or forgotten wings, dreaming drifts you to a higher place. A final home, living your dreams. But sometimes you wake up alone, wondering what angels still stand by your side. What was your dream?