But,
                                              I used to dream,
                                              the sweetness of cream,
                                              in the bitterness of life,
                                              leaving at tip of knife,
                                              along with many strife,
                                              with God, my parents.

Still,
I used to dream,
the sweetness of cream.

I used to dream;
there will be no strife,
with God.
and to give them alot,
of happiness and
along with no withstand.

I used to dream,
the sweetness of cream.

I used to dream,
to be in their team,
and make them happy with success teem.
But, I failed,
i am trailed,
out of their life.
Now with no life.
My heart now screams,
and ask for the sweetness of cream.

I used to dream,
the sweetness of cream.