Raven's death
If I could dream I would dream about childhood.
If I could wish I would wish for a normal childhood.
If I could choose I would choose to be loved to be innocent,
If I could learn I would learn to sing mother's sweet lullaby.
Alas this is reality and reality is the killer of my precious dreams.
Reality is the murderer of my innocence and the death of my childhood.
I can't dream I can't learn.
My soul is a slave and my body is its prison,
I have no will I have no right.
No matter how hard I try I wouldn't burn bright.
Alas I lay here on the cold ground,
Dying in front of vicious hounds.
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