Childhood dreams turned to dust
As I walk down these halls
I search to see a picture hanging on the walls of me.
I bunk in a room with friends I have grown to love
We all wish for a happy home.
A birthday party and sleep over too
A motherand father to hear you say I love you.
Wishing to have what others do,
Playing a game of baseball or
Two Arms to hold me when I have a nightmare
A kiss to my cheek to remind me my family is near.
A hopeless dream of a better life,
wishing for so much more
As I wake up to the same lonely sight.
Another child cries in his sleep,
He reminds me of my own terrifying dreams.
I buckle down on my knee once more
And pray for the same things
I did the night before
A happy home is all I want
And a family just to call my own
I may never get my childhood dreams
I may never walk down a hall to
see a picture of me
But I can dream of a family and pretend they are near
Sometimes this dries my down pouring tears.
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