Seller of Dreams
While
I chase my own driven dreams
I’ll
hold you close in all my schemes
With
happiness, I’ll wade the rivers of sadness
Of
broken lives and material madness
I'll
build palaces for homeless gnomes
Who
live beneath the rotting domes
Of
homes made of leaves and sticks
Not
for them shelters of bricks
Your
dreams I’ll share with them for sure
Towards
brightness use them as lure
For
hopes lost in today’s shame
Like
a talisman your unknown name
Will
lead me to the rivers they seek
The
landless, the sick and the meek
You’ve
given me strength to carry the cross I bear
And revel in the thorny cloak I wear