Childhood dreams turned to dust, as I walk down these halls I search to see a picture hanging on the walls of me.

I bunk in a room with friends I have grown to love, we all wish for a happy home. A birthday party and sleep over to, a mother and father to hear say I love you.

Wishing to have what others do, playing a game of baseball or two. Arms to hold me when I have a nightmare, a kiss to my cheek to remind me my family is near.

A hopeless dream of a better life, wishing for so much more as I wake up to the same lonely sight. Another child cries in his sleep, he reminds me of my own terrifying dreams.

I buckle down on my knee once more and pray for the same things I did the night before. A happy home is all I want and a family just to call my own.

I may never get my childhood dreams, I may never walk down a hall to see a picture of me, but I can dream of a family and pretend they are near, sometimes this drys my down pouring tears.