Dream

It started with a dream Where as the world would be ripped like a seam Countless efforts faded and crippled under the stream Through that of which they built this dream To wander and wade through a ocean of daring demise From its depths to float and find the suns compromise It was this dream, countless in its time That sported up false accusations of a crime Busses, factories, shops, and more Could no longer stand up to what went on the floor It was brilliant and breath taking, but none adored This dream which these women and men dared to implore