In my head there is a perfect life
with no anger, no pain, no strife
but its always one step ahead of me
somewhere i just can't see
I go on believing its there
in a world that is so unfair
sooner or later i will reach it
and when i do, on the ground i will sit
and not even remember the past
because i will be happy at last
but that's in the future, not yet come
until then its life in the slum
with hope in my heart and a vision in my head
right before my eyes before i go to bed
i exist merely in expectation
of that moment of elation
with crossed fingers and a desperate desire
maybe someday- I'll climb higher
out of the pit, out of this place
out of this world, in empty space...