Ambition, the mission. we all started at birth.
We all at some point thought that we could someday rule the earth.
I grew up wanting wings, and special powers too.
But when we lose the magic, that silly stuff goes too.
I miss the thought of wanting, a better life for me.
wanting the best suits, and wanting the best me.
we all had that one big thing, that would be our favourite life.
whether it was making all the millions, or finding the perfect wife.
Nowdays i want nothing, except the cold side of the pillow in bed.
My dreams have become the past and my ambition become quite dead.
Sorry to my mother, she wanted lots for me.
But mother just like my spirit, i just wanna be free.
