• What happened to those
    dreams?
    Of little kids with goals so
    high, straight as a light beam.
    Nothing could waver it, no
    obstacles or person could
    change it.
    Then...it all disintegrated.
    To the ashes they went.
    We turned into beasts, into
    mindless molds.
    No soul.
    No heart.
    Nothing but a sharp dart to
    are plans for life.
    and pain.
    Are dreams have fled with
    the wind.
    To the far reaches of the
    world.
    We seek to be what we are
    not.
    We change the balance of
    everything we know.
    What have we become...
    What happened to the sweet
    talk of heroes and astronauts,
    of dancers and more?
    Were are the young ones,
    already prepared for life!
    Life full of love, taking the
    means "live life to it's
    fullest" to heart.
    Were did it go?
    And what did it leave
    behind?
    Destruction in a fire's blaze.

    But, little embers, fighting
    for the dreams of yesterday,
    for now and later, still live on.
    We, the next generation will
    fight.
    Is in not but are job?
    To be what we want!
    To break the molds, and
    build anew?
    Is it?
    Then tell me why, I feel
    deprived, of what i want to
    do?
    We are told to be smart, go
    to school and become
    lawyers.
    We are told we are nothing
    but mud.
    We are told many things.
    Many molds to go to.
    Break a mold, go and live,
    remember when you were
    just a little kid.
    What was you dream?
    To sit by and do what others
    have done before!?
    Or to be yourself and more?
    What you want to be.
    I fight, for my generation and
    the next.
    Fight with me.
    Till the embers, create a new
    flame.