To dream is freedom binge
Instinctively or as willful hinge
It becomes something to hope for
As it gives inspiration to do more
God is merciful to everyone
But man has to do the errand
For none he can fully achieve
If his faith is not truly perceive
But greed becomes inherent
In man who is weak and dent
And who cannot hold devotion
Unable to find consummation
And reality soon unfolds the truth
In the end our struggles bring naught
Twinges the heart and breaks the tone
Dries up hope turning dream into stone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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