There is this time and hours, <br />We all will come and dream; <br />And find the little flowers, <br />That seeds will give to stream. <br />It's deep within our own heart, <br />And bright like day in dawn; <br />From there our wisdom will start, <br />And all our freedom is drawn. <br /> <br />Oh give that dream more sun, <br />And playgrounds of the bright; <br />Let shadows be on the run, <br />And freedom come with its light. <br />Though all is still a dream, <br />It may never be forgotten; <br />For time will sometime deem, <br />The shallow dark and rotten. <br /> <br />Break down a shadowed wall, <br />To bring more sunshine in; <br />Rectitude to each man´s call, <br />And every dark corner win. <br />Our hands will build and make, <br />Freedom to touch the sky; <br />And every true dream awake, <br />That gives us the reasons why.<br /><br />Gabe Florsheim<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-324/
