I Dream

I dream of an ending, a time of peace
A journeys conclusion of life's release

Do you ever wonder our purpose on earth?
A Garden of Eden that's filled with dearth 

I think of the Spirit and the visions of old
Standing alone waiting for a dream to be told

Each man, each woman with a destiny to fulfill
If we listen to the message of the fathers will

How many search in that moment of grace
Then turn to the world when they leave that place

The special are few, those that learn to give
They Sacrifice self as they bestow to live

Most of us take what is righteously ours
Looking down at others from our ivory towers

In our thoughts and minds our ways are true
We are one of many not the virtuous few

I dream of an ending, a time of peace
A journeys conclusion of life's release

©  Ray Martell  1/30/2003