In the midst of the darkest dreams,
That sometimes, still haunts me,
I get up in the middle of the night and pray,
Oh God, take the evil away.

Aggression, depression and anger, still pave their way,
But somewhere inside us, a voice comes and says,
No matter where we may stay,
This will go away.

Hunger, yearning and poverty, ever heard a poor man’s dream?
So simple and fragile it seems,
Sometimes, I wonder, where their life has been,
But wisdom and hope I can still see.

Amusing, entertaining and diverting, are the kids you see,
Playing around the corner of the street,
So full of life they seem,
Ever thought, what lies behind them is reality!

Aspiration, ambition and longing do they even know their meanings?
For they are the words, not meant for them,
Still how astonishing to see, how they juggle each day,
Hope comes and sinks again and again.

For dream, imagination and reverie, needs no boundaries,
Impossible is nothing, until you believe,
And we all know, that they say,
When there is will, there is a way.