I dreamed but......
I dreamed to be an angel to fly to sing that all day long were what I wanted
I dreamed of an immortality being god his/her/its would have all simplify
I dreamed draw to create sculpted only
I wanted existed only and splice your think
the world is only a mass of dream that crams
the world makes us drink his/her/its cup
to study to study to get tired that is the reason one is the
rubbish whorehouse crap
I dreamed thing so that my thought mingle themselves
I wanted to only sleep but the time passes too quickly
to age has a speed
to age bus every minute relates
youth me in madman if one little not to benefit some
study study his/her/its fallen fact my nerves of the working of brief
but the sky why he/it changes color sometimes
but reason change t-one of mood when one cries
but why in our heart if of rancor
but why to like without the settled
but why comforted that so is to redo cry the world
why all it
why to come out of our dream for tried to achieve it
and if one believes there more why?
on the dream on every parcel on this earth I want
to believe there I want that the hope makes
advanced the world
I want yes, I want to feed me of art of music and love
it is what makes me the all of the hope of a world
without pain without hate without just reason a life
I dreamed to be an angel to fly to sing that all day long were what I wanted
I dreamed of an immortality being god his/her/its would have all simplify
I dreamed draw to create sculpted only
I wanted existed only and splice your think
the world is only a mass of dream that crams
the world makes us drink his/her/its cup
to study to study to get tired that is the reason one is the
rubbish whorehouse crap
I dreamed thing so that my thought mingle themselves
I wanted to only sleep but the time passes too quickly
to age has a speed
to age bus every minute relates
youth me in madman if one little not to benefit some
study study his/her/its fallen fact my nerves of the working of brief
but the sky why he/it changes color sometimes
but reason change t-one of mood when one cries
but why in our heart if of rancor
but why to like without the settled
but why comforted that so is to redo cry the world
why all it
why to come out of our dream for tried to achieve it
and if one believes there more why?
on the dream on every parcel on this earth I want
to believe there I want that the hope makes
advanced the world
I want yes, I want to feed me of art of music and love
it is what makes me the all of the hope of a world
without pain without hate without just reason a life
