To hold happiness in your hands

a smile, a frown a care but still feeling down

to share and understand

a sorrow, a lie,

a frustration a calling

a firghtened despair,

the woes of foreverness and a glaring refelction of the pain that grows,

seedling are sewn,

the best that can be explained is we are not alone,

do we all suffer in silence and do as we are told,

shall we stand up and fight! but remain in the cold,

anger is mite, mite gets bolder

I shiver and quake of the thought of never getting there,

your dreams on your shoulders, but what if your dreams just get bigger,

and the weight takes over,

Im am on the ground and my dreams are over there...

I can get up and im getting older

All you have is your power of imgaination

I see glory and hope and a sense of danger

Imgination is much more interesting than my view

a life stuck in imgination and glue.