My body aches in pain
Of the things I can't have
My heart bleed of sorrow
Of the things have have lost
And if the unknown sacrifices have made
A man with a pure soul
A man with a great instinct for survival
A man with a lot of pain buried inside
What can such a man desire
I have given all I can
More of what I don't have
Leaving alone dryness in my soul
And thirst in my heart
Absolute fantasy of dreams
Unlimited ambition with no achievement
Where have I gone wrong
Carrying the pain of the earth
With a shattered heart
Having nothing else to lose
With nothing to gain
Why must the earth
Be full of misery
When the one's who strive
Perishes in pain of lost hopes
Those with little faith and hopes
Harvest the profit of those that really sacrificed
Am dying of expectations
Of who do I call a friend
A bother
A father
A mother
A family
Do such things still exist?