Lurking through the confined wall of my room,
There is not a single wind of hope,
Like a decaying tree,
Only with a window as a console,
I stared at the endless light that turns the night into day,
What lies beyond my wall, was war, sufferings, poverty and greediness,
A dark aura lies within those that live beyond my walls,
Sometimes I wanted to be like them, but I am just an outcast,
Born from dust and a monster that doesn’t belong to this world,
I am the green demon that lurks for happiness, when happiness doesn’t exist,
I am just a demon with a dream,
That is stuck in a world of despair that slowly is turning to dust,
And yet, I am confined by the walls of my room, with a window to dream.
I am an outcast with a dream.