Dreams

They say I am different, they say it is bad, If only they knew the talent I had. They say they don’t like me because I am dark, They don’t even see my magical spark. He does, The great powerful man who talks of his dreams I know I know they are what they seem Dreams of freedom, dreams of change, Why do they think we are all so strange? He says it will be different and all this will end. I would love for our people to blend. We could all live happy joyful and free, That is how it’s supposed to be. And someday it will, I know it will They don’t even know the happiness I’ll feel.