A Kid Called Dreamer

We were born where boredom's been sanctified. And hope

wears the same dust than all roads outgoing. I'm sick of

waiting, sick of living in this apathy. Tonight's the

night, the mounts will give up. No need for muscles when

you have a beating heart. This is the story of not

already broken dreams. War's not over, i've just found

the flag. And I don't stand for the resigned one. Maybe

it could leave me happy, maybe it could leave me broken,

one thing is sure : it won't leave ignorant. And if I

have one fear, it's to lay on regrets. With no way to

sleep before the sunset. Haunted by souvenirs of days

spent hoping that life ain't useless for a kid still

dreaming. Life won't build me no jail.