American Dreamer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIog_7ME_Lw  
   
Note: Please listen to *Mirage* from Al Marconi    
while reading this too really feel what I'm saying ty.     
Written by me for a friend of mine who was        
born in the Middle East and as a man is still stuck there.    
   
                    
                                         
       
       
Cast upon him a burden                                                     
nay, a wicked curse,                                                     
born under the wrong agenda           
what could be worse?                                                     
                                                        
Life's value lost and hollowed                                               
burned out,                                                
can anybody hear you?                                                     
There's no way out!                                                     
                                                     
Trapped in a hell               
from which there is no escape,                           
for being born on the wrong side of the moon                                                  
life is cruel, look at his face...                                                      
                                                        
                                                        
His beauty untouched                                                     
eyes having seen too much                                                     
out of tune,                             
out of touch...                                                     
                                                        
                                                        
I can't even begin to imagine                                                     
the human suffering where you are,                                                     
no laughter only sorrow,                 
no hugs or kisses        
or dreams for tomorrow.                                                 
                                                      
                                                        
                                                        
Does anybody know                                         
what happened to the flowers                                                     
where you are or the will to live                                         
not just survive....   [/i]                                        
                                          
                                          
Live or Die,                                          
eat, sex and cry                                                             
                                                        
                                                        
He'll be leaving soon                                                     
wearing his pride on his chest                                                     
singing his favorite tune                                                     
dressed in his Sunday best!                                                     
                                                        
                       
                       
Yes,                               
he'll be humming his favorite song long after he's gone,                          
knowing that finally his dream is reality,                      
left behind a life of psychosis banality...