there once was a dream, where everything was good.
no one could hurt the thoughts that came.
no one could pronounce death to those who did not fit.
in love there was many.
but this was just a dream.
and many did not dream this dream.
they held hands with villians.
i say, if all is lost.
then let it be.
for it is not me who is lost
it is the hands that are held
with notions of lies
we are all here to discover
the life that is not ours
some may struggle,
some may fall,
but with all of the songs to sing,
we will sing His.
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