Disliked But Never Forgotten

Where are the dreamers

In this dreamless land

Where are the mothers

To hold the motherless' hand

Listen to the wispers that flow in the wind

Listen to the wispers that tell everyone sins

Where are the passionate

In this passionless world

Where is the father to a lost and lonely girl

Look at the people walking around

Nameless faces not making a sound

Where are those with faith of what the future brings

In a soundless world, who is willing to sing

Taste the water of a polluted stream

Taste the memories of a distant dream