Utopian Dream

I hold three rocks in my hand Rolling them over and over and over Leaving this reality behind, far behind I feel the rocks leaving my hand As my eyelids begin to close And I drifted off into my own little world In the air the scent of a rose I awoke to find a different world Finding there had been a radical change In the air there was still the scent of a rose In my heart I felt so strange Hatred famine and bigotry were gone There was peace and joy and love There were neighbors helping neighbors Only blue skies up above No more fear or anger On war there was a ban A world of human compassion A brotherhood of man There was universal acceptance No damage to self esteem I raised my eyes to heaven Oh Lord let this not be a dream God Bless those who suffer Some day may your suffering cease God bless those who search in vain May you find love and peace.