Better Dreams Poem by Colin Coplin

Strangers come, strangers go, selling love, is not the way to go
It's not right, it's not fair, human kindness ain't found there
But it's the only life she knows
I guess we're lucky, we have a choice
And if I could, I'd give her new wings, and help her fly to better dreams

Another day, another place, a young child begs, to put food on her plate
Though it gets harder, she never hesitates, a second lost may mean death tonight
But it's the only life she knows
I guess we're lucky, we have a choice
And if I could, I'd give her new wings, and help her fly to better dreams

Fly, fly, to a better place
Fly, fly, to better days
And if I could, I'd give them new wings, and help them fly, to better dreams

Words flow freely, lost in a world filled with good intentions
As actions decay, in a pool of delay
Yes, I guess we're lucky, we have a choice and speak freely
And if I could, I'd give her new wings, and help her fly to better dreams

Fly, fly, to a better place
Fly, fly, to better days
And if I could, I'd give them new wings, and help them fly, to better dreams

A young solider has killed many men, in a selfish war, still he's not yet ten
He lost a leg, and his family, a small sacrifice paid for his liberty
But it's the only life he knows
I guess we're lucky, we have a choice
And if I could, I'd give him new wings, and help him fly to better dreams

Fly, fly, to a better place
Fly, fly, to better days
And if I could, I'd give them new wings, and help them fly, to better dreams
Fly, fly, fly, to better dreams


Copyright Colin Coplin 2012