Broken dreams
Forgotten hopes
As I walk alone
The bricks crumble from beneath my feet
‘cause all I see is a tattered and torn street
Filled with another mans beat
As the Rasta fills the Man’s lungs with trees
They drive away mocking his accent with defeat
Brazilian Queen pours a wondrous song from her soul
As they watch her smoking another bowl
They all laugh and stare
Commenting on her hair
Some clenching their purses with fear
As they run back to their golden leers
Sadness devours my heart
Broken dreams
Forgotten hopes
As I walk alone
Contemplating, with a hesitant groan of a stranger behind me
I finally decided to take my tears home
But as I turned around to take one more look
Men of broken dreams
Woman of forgotten hope
Disappear right before my eyes
Straight into thin air
And there I was left to glare
Questioning were they ever really there
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