I live in a magical world,
where imagination grows.
And where the sky is almost always
as purple as the snow.
When I go to sleep at night
in my five foot floating bed,
pictures from another place
start flipping through my head.
I see frightful images
as I strive so hard to dream.
But all the things I see from there
just make me want to scream!
I've seen things so horrid
that I could sometimes cry.
And I just wonder why
so many people always die.
When I wake, I'm glad to see
my neighbors shaking hands.
I just wish that we could teach
this to that other land.
Last night I dreamt another girl
was dreaming of me too.
But when she went outside to play,
her skies were always blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem