Everyday,
I dream
Of a home:
A place
Where the sky
Is so clear,
So wide,
With no end,
With no clouds,
Where the rivers
Are mixed
With no blood,
With no tears,
And the hearts
Are white
Like snow.
A place
Where there
Are no masters,
And slaves,
Where at
Daytime,
I weave
My poems
Of love,
And beauty,
Of liberty,
And peace,
And at night,
I sleep
With no fear
In my eyes,
With no doubt
In my mind,
With no pain
In my heart.
A place
Where people
Are brothers,
And women
Are equal
To men,
Where love
Is dearer
To the hearts
Than gold.
Everyday,
I dream
Of a place
That I can
Call home.
Everyday,
Everyday.