Dreams are not for sale

There’s galaxies somewhere

That hold universes of gold

And people run free like a time

Beyond what we were told

There people somewhere

Living with magic in their touch

Going on wondrous adventures

That our hands could never cultch

There is a world somewhere

So full of life ours would be jealous

For we were once that way

So over joyed and Zealous

But some got tired of the happiness all around

I guess that’s why they decided to always

Tear it down.

~ Our dreams are not for sale, we do not wish them to be unveiled.