My Dream

So many times I thought about yesterday A day that I was innocent in every way When I was just a little girl who was playing all day And just cried when someone ruined my day. A little girl who turned into a teen; That time I started to dream of beauty Where I can only see kindness and humility Which reminds us that love can give as free; Now I became a little lady; Today I dream of time that has no pain A time that only love will prevail No insecurities, no anger, no evil things! But there is one question remaining unanswered How could all these someday be real? If I see people fighting here and there, Oh my God they are everywhere; I am hoping and always praying Whoever read this simple poem Would be reminded that God is real; He sacrificed His son for us to be forgiven.