Dreams

Dreams, we all got them.
Dreams about future, dreams about what once will be.
But if you really want these dreams come true,
Deeds are the only key.
We all got our wishes,
We all got a disre.
But nothings ever good enough.
It always has to be bigger, better, higher.
But we spill to much dreams on luxury,
A big house or an expensive car.
But think about what you would wish for,
In times of poverty or war.
A child dreaming of a little piece of bread, a mother wishing her husband will ever come back again.
A family hoping for a better tomorrow,
A pregnant woman who wants her child to be born in peace by then.
Because of this,
I think our dreams are selfish.
Don't hope for things to fast,
know what you're really wishing for.
Cause compared to other people in this word,
None of our dreams matter anymore.