I use to dream of heaven.. I use to feel the magic,
But listen to this story, I'm afraid it's rather tragic,
The presence of an angle, a constant ray of luck,
But all that beauty fades as sadly I grew up,
The world had changed it was bitter and greedy,
A dying planet with no concern for the needy,
I am stuck here now.. With all the facts,
Trying to deal with my anti ******,
We ****, we take, we're not very smart,
I thought it was awesome, now it just breaks my heart,
Am I alone? Do you feel it too?
I guess growing up is just hard to do........

I believe in hope ..
 
whatever what happened there's hope ..
 
people come and go ..
 
Love takes you high and down ..
 
what i always try to proclaim ..
 
that all the roads lead to the same ..
 
Past is past ..
 
Today maybe is the last ..
 
Smile , forget your problems and don't say why ..
 
there's always hope and it won't die ..
 
Rise from the ground ..
 
Look around ..
 
It's just the first round ..
 
you still have the right ..
 
the right of living ..
 
Tomorrow is white ..
 
there's a sun after every night ..
 
hope is here ..
 
hope is near ..
 
Happy or Sad ..
 
Normal or mad .. 
 
Good or bad .. 
 
We all have to proclaim ..
 
That all the roads lead to the same ..
 
Smile ,, You're alive :)