Just a dream

I was waiting for that day

when the stars would shine again,

and everybody would pray

for everyone to be friends.

When our eyes could see the glories

that our hurries now keep hidden,

and our ears hear the stories

that our hands have never written.

When the sea would be bright blue,

like it used to be before,

when the love would be for sure

what it is not any more.

When the heaven would be small

for all the good hearts on Earth,

and we’d be able to cope with all

what we are since birth to death.

When the water would be clean,

and the rivers would stay cold,

for the fishes to live and swim

to the seas of another world.

When the people crying with strength

would only drop happy tears,

and the crying of all those men

would rise up new smart ideas.

When we could always dream

to feel our heart beating near.

When all those who still scream

would tell things that deaf could hear.

A path of just one way,

and no more nightmares to fear.

No more trips far away,

and a chance to be happy here.

And no more clocks for time to pass,

in the seconds of lives of vanity.

And no more talents to go apart

with a feeling of lost capacity.

Where people would always laugh

and there wouldn’t be sadness.

Where we could be always loved

with the best stories madness.

And that day when the sun would rise,

with the light that our happiness could bring,

the world could even have a bigger size

for the bigger hearts of human beings.

Wonderful.

What a pity it was a dream.