The Land of Dreams

In a world where we trample on others

Where we fight to reach the small light on top

Crawling all over each other 

Like dogs for a scrap of meat 

There seems to not be any good

There seems that only the 

Rich 

Smart

And beautiful succeed

But then you turn 

And you see the kind

You see the dawn coming up

And you finally notice the little light on top

Is an opening of a bottle for despair

And the true happiness is out of the bottle 

But the way out isnt the little hole on the top

It's reached through the hardships of going down to the bottom

Were there will be another opening to the vast

And beautiful land of dreams truly being achieved