by Robert Rogers

Created on: May 30, 2008

I dream of days with out war
I dream of a time with out poverty
I dream of days with out desolation and sorrow
So many thing, so many hopes

My dreams are that of living with out depression
Of living with out hate
I dream of qualness, I dream of fairness
I dream of the world starting over

I dream of people with out hearts, to have emotions
I dream of so many things, yet I only get tears
I ask you this, is it worth the time to dream?
Is it worth the pain to care

I'll never know for sure
I'll never know if my dreams make a diffrence
But, I do know I'll dream
From this day to the next, and many, many more

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