Every day is a nightmare,
Falling down from hell,
And I make my own lighted way.
Every day is a nightmare,
Going through a deep scare,
Not knowing what I have,
Caring about what I don't have.
I have a dream,
That always come to me,
The feathers help me,
To fly myself over me;
Tells me, past is past
And I followed it.
Flowers welcomed...