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.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2009
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