Wishes that flow through the brain,
They all begin in one place,
The wishes that hide all the pain,
Through time they get lost in the pace.

The world flows too fast to stop,
The hopes of those who do hurt,
And the hopes and dreams they do drop,
From the sky deep into the dirt.

Hopes buried deep below the stars,
They fester and rot and they die,
The longer they hide their own scars,
The faster they will all pass you by.

The dreams that live on and are loved
Can be loved and become very true,
But the hopes hidden under and shoved,
They will always come back to haunt you.