Dear Dreamers

Dear dreamers out there,

Forever held captive

By forces too strong

By demons from ashes.

I pray that you hear me,

In the night of the war.

I want you to help me

To conquer them all.

All people with problems

All people ashamed,

It must be a reason

The world is in pain.

Because of our thinking,

Because of our wrath,

Good people are paying

The hard things they get.

It's still too soon to know what it'll bring,

But all of the demons are drawing us in.

The hearts of our men

Are bleeding with love

For all of the reasons

We should have unknown,

But all of our souls are painted in red

And all of our prays are closed in a shed.

A shed made of tears,

Of hard-work and pain,

Because that's how nature

Makes us feel in vain.

For all of the mothers and children who sleep,

Arise from the grave to help us rebuild.

From ashes, from sorrow,

The need of tomorrow,

The tears of the planet,

The screams of our souls.

The sweet taste of Heaven

The soft sound of ravens

With hope in their peaks

To burn us again.

Without any hope in my heart

Still I pray

That better, warm times are going to rain

Upon all of us, upon of our dreams

Upon of where everything slowly begins

To fall into place

Without any grace

Because that's how the world

It's supposed to be.

Painful and deceiving

Hurting and receiving

Swearing and loving

Blowing and rolling.

For we are all humans

For we are all creatures

Made for a higher purpose

In future.