I dream of a place,
Where the ocean meets the sky,
My days are always happy,
And I'm done with the tears I cry,
A place where roses bloom,
Pink, orange, and red,
A place where my heart can be alive,
Come back from the dead,
A place where a rainbow,
Has a real pot of gold,
Silver rain will gently fall,
Over colors so bold,
But the place I'm in,
Is nothing of the such,
It is dark and gloomy,
Ashy to the touch,
Drops of heavy blood,
Fall from darken clouds,
Staining th ground a crimson red,
It is a place not to be proud,
But this it where I'm stuck,
For a life of hurt and pain,
A place where I can hide my heart,
A heart that has been slain.
