Little blocks we stacked up when we were children.
Little hands that trembled every time a loud bang was made.

Little by little
A dream gets stacked,
A love gets bound,
A heart is bounced.

Little by little
A dream crumbles,
A love becomes hate,
A heart turns to stone.

Little by little
A child is made,
A laugh decreases,
A nightmare is made.

Little by little
The darkness exceeds,
The numbness lives free,
The void is sought.

Little by little
The memories become a dream,
The sleep comes once a week,
The eyes start to bleed.

Little by little
A recollection is made,
From the last mistakes,
The redness it made.

Little by little
A child has grown,
really fast,
really mature.

Little by little,
The only dream that a child sought.
liberation or recollection?