Freedom is the gift from God <br />And the right of all mankind <br />Yet from birth the fetters form <br />If not real then in the mind <br /> <br />We're bound by forces beyond our scope <br />But still we have our dreams <br />From these we take our strength and hope <br />To live our lives it seems <br /> <br />These dreams we seek to live by <br />That seldom come to light <br />Their substance real yet set so high <br />Is just an added plight <br /> <br />Now as I watch the clouds go by <br />And dream of a far off place <br />A dream I know that cannot be <br />Spread the tears across my face <br /> <br />For some the dreams will come to life <br />And fullfil their every wish <br />For others just a form of strife <br />And their prize, an empty dish.<br /><br />Graham Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perchance-to-dream/
