Peasant

You have no idea what kind of world I live in.
And I feel like dying everyday.
Every night I sleep stuck to my pillow.
As I plead, and I beg, and I pray.

Will I dream Of a world I won't remember?
Can I sleep every time I lay?
Is there a man I idolize or resemble?
Am I just a peasant everyday?

Am I strong enough to be the man i'm meant for?
Will my family be mine for eternity?
Left alone as a casual, worldly failure.
With children who don't remember me.

Am I not a man for the things i'm known for?
Are my actions not worth the energy?
I'm a slave to this life of mediocre.
In the midst of pain and poverty.

Love is the closest I've felt to the things I long for.
The dreams that will finally set me free.
A home that is warm and forever stable.
So my loved ones will come back to me.

I'm just an old man in a world who hates me.
I've never been happy for what i'd be.
I'm just a peasant in a lonely present.
Who's lost my family.