Another day my dream has change.
Another time where I cannot fly.
The things that lay on my heart, but it cannot beat.
I try to see the sign, but I just cannot read.
This is not the life I want to live.
Too stress has become a part of my rest.
Promises keep getting made.
Then like the ocean they start to break.
I do not know how much I can take.
My mind is no longer stronger enough to read the room.
The room that has nothing but windows, with no doors.
This is not my passion it certain is not life with a dream.