I have a dream, and it is good
With all the world, I wish I could
Share deep desire to cure all ills
It’s foolishness, but yearn I will
Though when a child, I learned to pace
And suffer through the pain I faced
We’re taught to curb quixotic choices
But I defy those mocking voices
Instead of small, my hunger grows
Like gentle breeze to storm that blows
Until it’s much too large to keep
And rises high like mountain steep
From tiny spark a flame may start
Ignites a fire in slow-stoked heart
Then stirs the soul to make great change
Archaic thought is re-arranged
Until I can’t tell if I’ve woke
My hopes through barriers have broke
To forge a world that bursts with love
Beyond all that I dared dream of!
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