Dreaming Of Better Days

Dreaming of better days.
To see beauty in its fullest,
to feel the touch of love,
to soar high above with freedom,
I'm dreaming of better days.

Reality sets in, bury me.
I'm trapped inside,
to afraid to try.
Sentenced to this cage,
living in this hell,
Yet I'm dreaming of better days.

Slowly withering,
as my heart breaks.
I watch as it all fades,
watching as closest ones die.
Feeling empty, never satisfied,
Still I'm dreaming of better days.

Time as set in,
a body tattered and broken down by age.
Every thing has flashed by,
like sand in an hour glass.
There is nothing left, but a bunch of shattered dreams,
and distorted memories.
Scars of a miser,
now lying in his casket bed.
No one around to say a final goodbye,
However I'm still dreaming of better days......