Deceiving World

I believe that we live in a deceiving world

Where everything doesn't always looks right

Where people live through others lives

Where everything could be more bright.

I look trought an open door on the street

People come and go, no one seems to Know

Maybe one day they realise, maybe then they will care

About the world they're living in, the one they should stare.

Out there, nothing seems to shine anymore

Everything it’s so quite when I look out the door

We are living in a deceiving world, that's for sure

Noone else cares about who’s on the floor.

I see people walking down the street

They seem so hollow when they look at me

Should I be concerned with what they believe?

Or should they be living their on dreams?

Elsa Azevedo