There are no wars, no death to see,
No need to weep so bitterly.
On your winged dreams fly free,
And be anything you want to be.
Where is this land where dreams come true?
Where heros come to rescue you?
Where the one you love loves you, too?
Where painful times are very few?
This land of dreams does not exist,
Substantial as the fleeting mist.
These silly thoughts must now desist,
The chance for life is what you've missed.
