Imagine a world,
Of golden trees,
With purple skies,
and turquoises leaves.

See the fields,
Of silver grass,
Where an amber river,
Will slowly pass.

Imagine clouds,
Of diamond blue,
That cover stars,
That hang askew.

See a creature,
With emerald eyes,
Sapphire fur,
And large in size.

The world you see,
Could it be mine?
A world where you,
And I design.

People cry,
I cry.
Its what we do,
And its okay.
We cry because we have pain.
And we just need to let some of that pain go.
We don't cry because we're weak,
But we do it so we can continue to stay strong.
We cry because we've been strong,
And holding on too long,
That we just break down.
And thats okay.
Its all okay.

someday I can inspire others through my stories
someday I'll get a letter from a stranger, wishing me a good day
someday I'll be someone whom my parents would be proud of
someday I'll be someone whom others would look up to
someday...
someday

it breaks my heart knowing that my future seems a bit gloomy and dull
I always feel hopeless. like everything I do makes no sense
do I deserve that life I dream of? I feel like I don't
I feel like I'm going nowhere. it's hopeless.
I'm hopeless. I'm always hopeless.