In England pure and green;The most beautiful place we'd ever have seen.On misty nights,With rainbows of sight,A bird took flight,And from that place he flew that night,A child watched in pure delight,And thought what might've been in sight.For in that ...

Dreams have meaning to them, and all parts have references

Life is a journey with many knocks, a poem to be unfailing in love; no matter what the shove.

We think we can hide,From when we have lied;Don't we think people have tried?What happened when they've died,And brought up and tried?Could they then hide,From all that they had been,And All that they had seen?How could we have been so mean; So green."...

Now no fear or thoughts of despair;It's time to hear,And not be unaware.Be strong,Ever on;Keep with the song,So others can see,How to be in harmony.So if we have trust in ourselves,And don't just put it on a shelf;To say, "What are we doing here anyway?"