In the midst
Of something hopeless
Uncertain and unsafe
I don't even know
If I'll breathe tomorrow
But I'll hold unto that slightest hope
And ponder over a futile dream

I am dreaming
Of a peaceful 12 AM
Where I could gaze at stars
And cry happily
Where my monsters won't bother
And behave quietly
A sound mind,
And a sound heart

I am dreaming
Of a home, not a house
Without noisy quarrels
Without a drunk man
Not too silent, nor too loud
Where I'd find the peace
I failed to have

I am dreaming
Of a noble job
That would touch my heart
And other's soul
Not to give me money,
But give me meaning
About my being

I am dreaming
Of a man
That knows my soul, more than I do
Someone that understands,
And tell me myself
Of who I really am
Someone that would let me
Do the same

I am dreaming
Of a future life
Where I could restart
And grow again
Not too ideal, but real
Not a life I'm suffering at the moment
A life not too painful,
Nor too much bliss

I just want a life worth living.