i'm trapped in a system
a world without freedom
the freedom that a small child asks for
and cries for help
but nobody wants to hear him
the child begins to cry
no one in helping him
the freedom he desires it is only a dream
a dream that at beginning seemed to be tangible
but now it is just a shattered dream
"dreams can come true if you really want to"
remembers the child that those were the words
that his mother used with him
and he begins to smile
he tries to make his dream real
but as he gets older, the dream seems intangible
hes an adult
and his dream it is no longer one of his priorities
the child begins to fade away
the adult doesn't remember the child no more
the child is gone...
at old age the child is back in his memory
he returns like a phantom of a sweet dream
a dream that could have been achieved then if only he have wanted to
but the system wasted him
the freedom of that child is no longer a possible thing
and he realized that only as an old man
the child in me begins to disappear
and i cry...