Wings Of Dreams

Dreams are pure magic, 
I spend nights weaving together beautiful fantasies, 
Days are spent living the harsh reality. 
It's hard to believe that life turned out so tragic!

I wish I didn't have to stop dreaming, 
A seed of cynicism has been planted among the people, 
Expecting good fortune is foolishness to them, 
Overflowing with horror I hear my heart screaming.

Our wings have been cut and we can fly no longer, 
Like caged birds we long to embrace the openess of the sky,
Each time we try we are struck down again, 
The will to go on is no long stronger.

-Babar Mir