A dream

Is this the world we dreamed of?
A world of war?
The world of hopes, where is it now?
We used to dream
Wish for a life with love and trust
all we got was pain
Innocence in the children's eyes
The soul of hope lives
They are the future
They are our hopes
Our dreams
So why do we kill them?
Man kills its hopes
Its dreams
Man becomes beast
An the children has no hope left
But their own dreams in their hearts
And those we kill too

Rita Simonsen © 2002 -