If you gave me one time.
One time to finally be free.
One time to finally speak.
I would tell you that it was my heart who gave me a sign.
But we both know that’s a lie.
Everyone goes home.
I go home too, right?
But why does my own home not feel like, like i belong.
It’s al i wanted since day one.
Maybe if you gave me that one time.
I would find my way home, to a place where i actually belong.
To a little boy or a little girl who looked just fine.
Who looks in to my eyes and sees what i wanted to see just one time.
Home.

Realistically, I do not have a home.
Realistically, all I have are dreams.
But in my dreams, there is more to see.
A purpose.
A life worth living.
Cause you see realistically, I am not alive, just living.
Realistically, i am not worthy for anything except for ignorance.
Trapped in a body, mind lost, soul bound.
Tell me god, where do I find my way out.
In dreams I tell you my child.
Because in dreams, that is where you can find.
The god you search, not here, not alive, in your dreams.