• childhood could be a precious moment
    or memories of horrible past torment.
    Lives come and go, with ups and downs.
    They are no different from town to town.

    You don't know love until you know heartbreak.
    You don't know what is real until you eliminate the fake.
    Sweet words are whispered, exchanged all the time
    And hurt you badly, and this becomes your hymn.

    You give your all to the ones you think you know
    But you find out that they are not friend, but foe.
    They take dreams and shatter them in their bare hands
    Like so many have done when others wished to come to these lands.

    Dissapoinment flows through the rift of time
    It shouldn't stop you; just continue to climb.
    Prove to one and all who you are, what you can do
    And watch as the fools ask for you, just on cue.