Dreams and reality

My dreams were flying high but I was a kid
My hopes were high but I was a teenager
My dreams became true but that was not what I wanted
Now my hopes are flying high but I am not a teenager any more
I don't like the reality,  thought all of them are my friends
Thought I could hold you fore ever but the reality is strange
May be that is the reason i like the reality than dreams
The dreams will let go of you, no more dreams

My hopes are running low, am turning grey .
I am older than the dreams I have ever dreamed
This place is fuming with hatred and  passion
I can't find a purer thing than my mother's love and my first love
God make me a kid again
Make me a kid so that my hopes will be high
and the dreams will be flying high.