By Malcolm Little Black
I long for an ideal world
Where darkness will never fall,
Kindness will fill every word
And Love the foundation of every wall…
I know it’s a lofty dream
But has a dreamer no right to dream?
I long for a beautiful world
Where the earthworm will feel safe to crawl,
Abundance that every man can afford
And beauty will permeate every skull…
I know it’s so hard to trace
But has a dreamer lost his place?
I long for what it was before
A world that responded to every call,
Where empathy reigned like never before
And the human tree stood so tall…
How long shall I continue to pray
For the good old bygone days?
I long for the perfect miracle
When eyes can behold only what is beautiful,
Whether in the valley, or by the pinnacle
Our mother nature is forever merciful…
I know it seems like an imaginary place
Hope it becomes the lot of every race!
It’s idealistic as you would say
But has a dreamer lost his place?
If you can’t dream, could you at least pray
For a better world for the entire human race.
