Visualizing times when peace was deserved,
No one seen, no one was heard.
Casually relating to the voices in my head,
I dare never stop doing what they've said.
Broken ideas of what life is really like,
How will I win this neverending fight?
To survive, to dream is not that crude,
To change that dream is to change my mood.
Will this life take me for granted?
Have I already let my picture be painted?
To my own I have only one choice to make,
To live for myself, and not make a mistake.
My voice will be heard above the croud,
This is my life and I will live it now
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