Cold nights, hot mornings not knowing will this ever end.
Dreaming about the stars but living with the dirt.
Trying to find a way out, from a hell that you call home.
A place that has shown love, but spews hate.
The way of life here is not having one.
The times you try to think about the future starts becoming less.
Having tears for dinner, and silence for dessert.
You look out the window and you see something.
A little hope is looking at you.
Then you realize that everything will be okay.