I dream,
a better world to speak
For my chaotic thoughts to find peace.
My loudest prayer is the Lord saves me.

I'm too afraid to dream
just in case I wake,
So hard for me to believe
with the painted demons on my face.
Spare me grace,
for straying away from His way

Lonely as I am,
darkness loves to surround me.
In need of grief,
tending to be a dark funeral.
My life's not so concrete,
then again, I wasn't born in the streets.

The dreams I chase,
are always on the run from me
I hook and bait,
but haven't caught myself a piece.
Lord sees me often sad,
that's not the plan.
But it's hard for me to understand,
those praying with both hands
On the other hand, get given the worst hand.

I dream of man doing better
for themselves for the sake of another
When man wouldn't hesitate
to help out a brother.
The bravest are the lovers,
as the selfish are only cowards.

It's nice to dream,
but honestly for me
I hope that dream is something I actually see.