A Kid Called Dreamer - Birds In Row

We were born where boredom’s been sanctified

And hope wears the same dust than all roads outgoing

I’m sick of waiting

Sick of living in this apathy

Tonight’s the night, the mounts will give up

No need for muscles when you have a beating heart

This is the story of not already broken dreams

War’s not over, I’ve just found the flag

And I don’t stand for the resigned one

Maybe it could leave me happy

Maybe it could leave me broken

One thing is sure: it won’t leave me

Ignorant

And if I have one fear

It’s to lay on regrets

With no way to sleep

Before the sunset

Haunted by souvenirs

Of days spent hoping

That life ain’t useless

For a kid still dreaming

Life won’t build me no jail