Desperate Dreams
Tears roll down my empty hearted, sorrow face as lost memories flood back to me, but I never stop believing, relying on all my hopes and dreams.
How I wish I could live in a world where one's skin colour did not matter and black boys and white girls could clasp hands.
How I wish one would not laugh and judge when they are to look at me and a world full of peace and equality.
But in the end, these will always be dreams, not the harsh brutal reality our society lives in, where war takes place because of our culture and diversity,but I will never stop believing.
How I wish…