Wanting big names in the sky <br />Of wanting a life to dream better <br />They wake every morning, hoping for change <br />They can't win themselves, their children become part of the shooting range <br />Hours in that hell hole, no hope for light at the end of it <br />They go in when the moon still makes its presence felt in the sky <br />And come out long after the sun sets, leaving behind the world of lie <br />Lives led lying in beds, over and under strange men <br />Lives led mending bruises, scars left by the time when there were ten <br />Little dreams in our pockets <br />Little dreams to stop living <br />Little dreams to run <br />Little dreams of wanting to stop giving <br />Little dreams in our pockets <br />Dreams like yours <br />Dreams you clasp in your lockets <br />Little dreams in our pockets<br /><br />Amla Pisharody<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-dreams-in-our-pocket/
