The Dream I Dream

The dream I dream of everyday
Would keep the wars far, far away

The dream I dream of every night
Would fill the powerless full of might

Through storms and floods
My dream will grow

Through rage and fright
You will still believe
That something will go right

In my dream I dream of every night
The thunder rolls and the lightning strikes

In my dream I dream of every night
No one hesitates to start a fight

The dream that fills every hour of everyday
Is not so easy to shoo away

Into the darkness I stumble
The noises I hear are nothing but mumbles

Into the battle I go
Where no one knows

The rain is cold
And my tears are red
So much for your promise land

Out of the sunshine I come
I fight and fight but the fights not won

Still I march on down the empty road
Hoping my pleas will one day be heard

Their deafening cries
And their big frightened eyes

The children on the street are left alone
No one bothers to offer them a home

In the dream I dream of every night
Everyone is filled with delight

The rainbow stretches from sea to sea
The rainbow that everyone can see

Hope is plentiful and fear is rare
In my dream anyone can go anywhere

The gentle rain keeps the rain forests green
The trees live forever in the dream I dream

Fluffy clouds high in the sky
Are really pillows for the ones who die

The dream I dream of is full of fairies
Unicorns and dragons are not a rarity

The dragons burn and the fairies bite
In the dream I dream of every night

The sky is dark gray and never blue
No one can pay their weekly dues

The King with the crown
Is said to be quite round

His laws are very rough
And finding ways around them is always tough

He stole the thrown from the boy
He though of him as just a toy

So now no one will ever see
The legacy of the boy that was meant to be

Now the people will never be
Free from any sort of tyranny

The shackles still hold the people
Far away from the old wooden steeple

In the old wooden steeple hang the old brass bells
The bells that know the city a little too well

When these old brass bells sing their song
It won’t be long ‘till the king is gone

Music in the streets is what these bells hear
Because the sounds of the people are getting nearer and nearer

The rebellion in their eyes is clear
They march on without a hint of fear

The lion roars and the lightning strikes
The people will not back down from their fight

On the back of an evil bird
Sits the King who wishes to be heard

With armies of monsters lined up in rows
The King prepares to fight his foes

The faces of the subjects he once ruled
Shows just how badly the King was fooled

When the sun rises the next morning
Everyone was out mourning

Bodies of the brave men who fell
Corpses of the monsters who died as well

The number of dead is hard to tell
But the King lost and fell

The town is full of joyful cheers
Its safe to say the people will be free for years and years

Sorrow fills the eyes of the people
As they bury their dead next to the old wooden steeple

Choosing a new leader is the peoples next task
They must expose each and every mask

Now the town will finally see
The little boy who was meant to be
Fulfill his legacy

Now it is very clear to see
That setting the people free
Was the boys real destiny