Daydreams upon parched lips drinking the memories clear Skiing upon a moonbeam where destiny may draw near A voice of a total stranger turns our heads in many ways Yet, the cry of a little child can melt all hearts each day. I walk upon a mottled land where death stalks every night I creep through the forest where sunlight is never bright I struggle through the golden sands where the sun bakes all so dry And everywhere I look upon dreamers walk the clouds on high. We claim we are so different in faith, color, and sometimes life We all have families we come from children, husband or wife We may differ in culture or the things we say and do Yet, we all have red blood in our veins wishing that are faith will be true. A bullet or a bomb to kill what you can't see Is it because we are so alike or maybe we will never be So I step outside my mind each day to exercise all my dreams To pray that the hands of Humanity will join in the dream to be free. (c) Guy Dan Schuyler February 25, 2005
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