Here's a new one. I call it 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams.'
I fall down from the sky,
Down through the cracks of my own mind.
I walk through the shadows, of darkness, depression and screams,
I walk down through the streets, in the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
My dreams fall to pieces,
No more of today,
On the streets of the Boulevard, my dreams will fade away.
Tomorrows kids need a hero to shine the way,
If it's not you that does it, they'll surely stray away.
They'll fall through their broken dreams, down into the Boulevard, with each and every broken dream.
They all need a hero, someone to light the way. If you can't do it, their dreams will surely fade away.
Down through the alleys, of the Boulevard of Broken dreams,
Within the chambers of my own mind, I hear the tortured screams.
My shadow is my compassion, it's something to guide the way.
But if that can't do it, then it looks like I'll have to stay.
On the corner of the Boulevard, that is where I stand.
I stand waiting for a dreamer, a dreamer who needs a hand.
I wonder all alone, down the dark streets, down the dark streets on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams...
Re: A poem on how I really feel about life
Originally posted by BlackC@t
I got a bratty brother, he bugs me everyday,
This morning my step-mother gave my last slice of dignity away.
My Dad he acts like, like he's the boss of you, it's so true.I wish I had a car,
I wish I were 18
I wish I had a dollar for ever adult who treats me mean.I'm the saddest teen, who's struggling for a dream.
No one understands me, no one really cares.
No one gives a damn for all of those young, teenage tears.I feel like I'm lost,
I feel like I'm alone,
I feel like negativity is my only clone.I'm the saddest teen, who's lost all of her dreams...
Thats not your original work,it was a novelty song released by the simpsons,known as moaning lisa blues.Youv'e just tweaked it a bit.
Originally posted by BlackC@t
Here's a new one. I call it 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams.'I fall down from the sky,
Down through the cracks of my own mind.I walk through the shadows, of darkness, depression and screams,
I walk down through the streets, in the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.My dreams fall to pieces,
No more of today,
On the streets of the Boulevard, my dreams will fade away.Tomorrows kids need a hero to shine the way,
If it's not you that does it, they'll surely stray away.They'll fall through their broken dreams, down into the Boulevard, with each and every broken dream.
They all need a hero, someone to light the way. If you can't do it, their dreams will surely fade away.Down through the alleys, of the Boulevard of Broken dreams,
Within the chambers of my own mind, I hear the tortured screams.My shadow is my compassion, it's something to guide the way.
But if that can't do it, then it looks like I'll have to stay.On the corner of the Boulevard, that is where I stand.
I stand waiting for a dreamer, a dreamer who needs a hand.I wonder all alone, down the dark streets, down the dark streets on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams...
Isn't boulevard of broken dreams a song title?????