The dream of Paradise
Behind the painted smiles
We travelled the world for many miles,
In search of fantasy and missing paradise,
Each person will make their own choice.
When alarm bells going off over the years,
We try to wipe away the wringing tears.
Yet the veils of sorrowful frown fell down,
Worlds turn upside down by terror all around.
Places we once loved, and I felt so proud.
The family vacation resort was put on hold.
Lives threaten with fear, watching nations weep,
We bolt the doors, and faith goes half asleep,
Dream of shells going off around our head,
Made punch holes, each time we went back to bed.
This is what happens when you travel the world,
Looking for pleasure, romance, or elusive gold.
You are told no more of places you like to go,
The views may not be appropriate right now.
When you pushed away caution, fears stirs in the pot.
And the food is hot with sinister giggles on top.
But the crust beneath is hard as Sinai rock.
Scholars of liberty hid behind submissive flock,
And blocked out freedom with fugitive looks,
When world powers called to check, they go away,
And talk about the heavy price we all have to pay.
Now as we stroll past another day to reflect,
Their bitter words and actions are hard to forget.
But the dream of paradise comes when we pray,
Request the world where children can safely play.
With happy faces in harvest fields and mind,
And grow and trust what they learned in time
Will fan a sparkle of light in other gazing eyes?
Without hope, there is no dream of this paradise.
