What We All Want
My thoughts drift away to a time where
children played in the streets,
and lemonade stands stood on the corner
in the heat of day,
and ice cream trucks could play their gleeful tunes
that brought children running,
and running children were happy,
and happy didn't mean wealthy,
and the wealthy didn't rule the world.
And everyone's word was considered by considerate hearts,
instead of drowned out and discounted by our wounded parts,
and happiness and harmony abound in the hearts of the living,
instead of contention and derision.
These are visions longing in each heart.
We just don't know it yet.
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