Dream... Dream sweetly my love.
The day is coming
when we will have
nothing to fear,
but nothing to give
in this world of precious depression
Watch.. Watch that man.
On the street
trying to get enough
money to eat
but he can't help the fact
that his life is... Falling apart at the seems
Could you take a step back...
to realize he's just like you and me..
and maybe..
with some compassion
and a friend to talk to,
he would care...
and his life would be worth living..
compassion puts us a whole world apart
so ev'ry line
in his face
is another worry
he had to chase
it was ev'rythin to him
but now it's gone
in a world
that doesn't care
just needs somebody
to care about
him, ya ya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem