I see a dream, lit with a candle
Nor does it flicker, neither does it fall
The candle of my dream it is;
A habitat of this land,
to the stars I call.
This dream is distant ,
As there is a criterion needed to be fulfilled.
The Earth has even divided the precious dreams
The rich endeavour and the poor are killed.
I see a dream,filled with goodness
A hope to stay good and do good.
But,this dream is distant
As goodness is turning like the wood.
A wood with infinite design and decor
Unmoved while celebrating things all monetary.
Goodness is in fact a part of our dream.
But I still dream ,of a new creation.
Days are long and nights are longer
Goodness we create,it is within us
Will light the candle and make the dream stronger.
