My Dreams
My dream for a better world was almost crushed
Lieing in ashes around my
feet
My friends fought
each other
Then fought
me
I felt so bad
What could I do
Helpless
Lonely
Huddled in a
ball
They fought in the street
On the net
Over the phone
Who was
better
Who could do more
A voice from the past
Brought sense and
reason
Menatombo stopped
And John did to
But how long til it happens agian?