For Gooseberry Goes Poetic & JP at Olive Garden ~ A Scattered Thought On World Peace ~ I Dream of A Place ~
I dream of a Place of Peace But dreams are in vain Time and again there is pain; I was brought to a Promised Land Created with killing, insane; Where remnants of blood Traces of flood, Sensations of fear remain; I dream of a place secure Clean colorful and pure But I am not sure As I see the flying roof of a bus As I hear the terrifying sound of a blast OH how long is it going to last? As I fear One moment in time May be so fast , before we know And thus we are......no where, no more; I dream of a moment of hope, Of a land where I may be And I may for eternity, stay; Truer than any dream and I With good grace and gratitude Be happy for ever and pray.
