Break their hearts.

Dreams flying away with imagination,
False promises of reincarnation,
So many opportunities,
These ideas are just lunacies,
Break their hearts.

Thriving place,
Promised a sparkling base,
Beautiful fantasies and equality for all,
Now nothing more than a ghost town and a crumbling wall,
Break their hearts.

Pretty little girls,
Promise them rainbows and blonde curls,
Beautiful horses and a rich spouse,
Now living alone in a lonely house,
Break their hearts.

Aspiring actors,
Promising them no more rusty tractors,
Beautiful costumes and glittering masks,
Now they work the curtain doing back breaking tasks,
Break their hearts.

Potential is all we need,
Promise us rare orchids no longer a pathetic weed,
Beautiful creation and fulfil our dreams,
Now we wallow in misery amongst our dreamy screams,
Break our hearts.