Baskadia

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Agony is the description of my life,

a word that's my everyday's companion.

My sleeves are always wet,

not because of the water nor rain,

but of my overflowing tears.

But I seldom dreamed of a castle on the clouds.

There, I have someone to hug me when I'm afraid.

There are foods to eat when my stomach's grumbling.

There are blankets to warm me during the night.

At the castle on the clouds, I was not hurt.

I don't have bruises nor wounds.

I don't have dirt nor molds.

I don't have an empty stomach nor filthy clothes.

At the castle on the clouds, I am just a child.

A child who's free to play.

Who don't need to fight for food.

Who don't tremble during the the cold.

Who don't wore filthy and flimsy clothes.

At the castle on the clouds, I am just a child.

An Innocent kid, free from the burden of the world.

A healthy child who is loved and adored.

At the castle on the clouds, I am nothing but free and happy.