Without a dream
Its hard to be,
In our cold and callous
World of fallacy
Where ears are death
And eyes are blind,
Questions and whys
Forevermore clutter are dreary minds
Is it conspiracy
Or is it flaw
Maybe, it’s a matter of fact
That no-one cares anymore
We cry for war
We cry for peace
With evermore dreams
Falling out of reach
We find ourselves lost in
A world we do not own
A world we’ve forever lived in
But, still a world we do not know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem