The dreams flow on the streets
Like the tears on her cheeks.
She’s been hurt countless times
It has made her run through the skies
Drink gold in the bars
Live only in the future and the past.
Obligated to be the one you’re supposed to be
Drowned in the empty glass.
In the rhythm of the night
She danced through time.
Stripped out from the memories of a child
Begged to be a bird.
The deep water doesn’t allow smiles
Feast of the lions in the Big Boys Club
Never too late for a meal
She listened to the song of hunger.
Like the rain on the concrete
The color of the sunset.
Her purpose was to live
But the goal was to die.