Yes, this is a dream come true;
A dream that was infact a mirage.
Would you change your course had you known the truth
To dodge your present montage?

Accept your fate! Yes, you're doing that.
Then why the hollowness remain?
You wonder how far, how far can you drag?
How long can you endure this pain?

You could cry out a river, you did every night
Your strength as big as a rye
So the flood was weak the tides were big
And now all the sources are dry.

Your heart still hoped to catch the dream;
A beaming reality and not a lie.
But your feet are tied, all the rest of your limbs,
Even your shadow questions- "can you even try?"

"Your hopes are big", "How dare you dream?"
Are the voices you really can't defy.
Just stop the flutter, that's how you learn;
Your wings are wounded, they'll never let you fly.