| MY DREAMS ARE FILLED WITH CHECKERED ROSES My dreams are filled with checkered roses With strangers who talk in slurred supposes. People walk with their minds to please. Their hearts take care of plants and trees. Big and small trees with jet-black branches, The falling leaves are countless chances. Left is right and right is up. There is no down when down corrupts. Yesterday holds tomorrow�s thoughts. Today becomes the question, the one distraught. There are no seasons No four together. Just a type of summery-spring-winterish weather. There is no school, no learning, no college In here all are born with talents and knowledge. Knowledge of history, knowledge of stars No knowledge of hatred, greed or wars There is no word as killing, no such thing as death No such thing as lying or stealing or theft No, in my dream, life never grows older Everyone wears life on each other�s shoulders Everyone loves and cares for others. They�re each other�s Fathers, siblings, and mothers And we learn to live in honor and truth We are careful with everything that we do In my dream Life is Life There is no fear No hurt, no strife Just checkered roses And Love Brand New In my dream A perfect world does come true. (C) copywritten 2004 |
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