Pastel colours

Pretty please let me see,

I know I'm weak but don't let it breath,

My worth is more then just a paper leash,

The private sector is a secret we keep until the water washes away the dreams,

I'm an emotion circling these streets,

No direction but only the luck of trees to guide me through these broken ashes of fear,

Stolen dreams and stolen kids wishing upon frustrated feelings of those dammed,

Never in life or death can we flourish within the smoke and fire of pastel colours that breed through the strings of life and death itself,

The never ending wait for a sudden kiss of hope for this finishing end without knowing truly where they stand on this forbidden earth , and maybe one day there will be the day where wishes became truths and hope becomes into living with a new breath of light coming out of the tears of those lost and fallen .