No imagination, can fly as high,

And from our souls,And from our All,We then could stand tall,And Say,‘I am a true Human Being,Today’

Is unfairSo make sureYou check your chairBefore sitting on it,Take care.

Cherries in Summer,In Winter, Wheat.The One I love,Does not know it yet,And that is because,We have never met.In the coming Future,When love will be,What love has to be,The Flowers will blossom,Giving fruit to the tree,The true rebirth,Sought incessantly.

Hoping, soOur poetic idealismWill come true,But it never does,Does it?Even, LoveSometimes,Escapes us, too.

And no Talking Parrot can own it,Or tell me how to think or be.

As people are bled,And treason is fed,Who can we trust?With fortune and lust,All leaders are wed,As Countries they shred,Who can we trust?To do what is just,Keep promises said.