Unfair

My life is made of dreams,
Woven with open eyes,
With feet tied in chains,
In days of pain and sighs.

The hand wipes the tears,
The mind stifles the cries;
While my heart spreads its wings,
To conquer the vast open skies.

Each new day is different,
Yet they all feel the same;
A rat race, an endless struggle,
For money, fortune and fame.

The perpetrator's pit-less hunger,
The victim's hidden shame;
Each one but dumb pawns,
In Fate's tyrannical game.

Smiles, laughter 'n merriment,
True; they come by and by,
Keep 'em I can't, a moment more,
No matter how hard I try.

The tears stay on with me,
Oft hidden from you;
When you hear that life's unfair,
Just know it to be true.