Sometimes I dream,
That all life is good.
And that everyone treats others,
The way that they should.
Then we would all be happy.
No one is sad
We would all feel good about ourselves.
there would be no bad.
No lies, no wars
No judging, or divorce.
No cheaters, no thieves
or anything inbetween.
The way the world is now
that dream wont come true
But to make fantasy real,
It's up to me and you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem