"Hope of Children's Dreams"

So often I feel like a stranger to myself,
I'm constantly trying to seek self help.
I know that I can pull the strength from deep within.
Give me the chance, I'm tired of my life of sin.

Constantly fooled by the illusion of love,
Worried about the next time I'll come up.
I'm tired of hurting the ones who cared for me,
Keep burning bridges to meet my false dreams.

I've always hurt myself in order for other's to succeed.
Never realized the product of my own insanity.
How often I came up with excuses for myself,
Off the deep end I soon fell.

It's funny how I thought meth was the answer for me,
When I allowed it alone to induce my insanity.

So here I am stuck between life or death.
So really it's education or meth,

An easy choice you would like to think,
Looking back on my life, seeing all the pain an strife.
What will it take for my mind to be heard?
Why does love feel so absurd?

I don't understand why half the time, 
I look up into the sky and I want to cry.
I wonder if I'll ever be free-
From the eternal flame inside of me.

All this desperation and accusation,
This desecration and agitation is our home nation.
Why is it we look at others and judge what we don't know?
For some reason we feel just to do so. 

If only we could just open our hearts and open our eyes,
See people behind their fear and hate, their cheap disguise.
If only love and dreams weren't so far away,
Then maybe we could be real for just one long day.

What that would mean for the world to truly see.
How everything is affected in actual reality.
Can't you see what it means?
It's so obscene- reality.

Little kids beat on and raped by their mother's and father's.
Bruises and abrasions hidden by capes of darkness.
Despicable things happen everyday, is this the process?

Children are doing drugs and taking their own lives…
When did life become so hard to survive?
How can a child carry such pain in their eyes?
If only we could part with such demise.

Children often cry out for their voice to be heard,
You think you hear but don't be so sure,
Where are you when a child cry's alone in the corner or a dark room?
They're alone besides the depression that soon consumes.

But maybe that unconditional love will find it's way,
Shedding light on yet another day.
Nobody can be sure of what will be,
You must never let go of the passion to dream,

When people stop dreaming they might as well die,
Dreams are hopeful and exciting without them why even try?