In this world of too much,
and too little,
it can bring you down.
Hard to find your way.
And words seem to baffle and not inspire.
We are slaves to the outward appearance.
It can rule supreme.
All with longings to be heroes,
But of wallet and sex.
Art is the last chance we have,
to express our feelings,
and i keep on dreaming.
Art is the last chance we have,
to express our feelings,
and i keep on dreaming.
Policy leads us no-where
Like a ride on a merry go round
if one tries to be serious with it,
he can only have fun.
Past leaders shaped and shared their visions,
branded with their mistakes.
never too late to leave down those weapons,
Go ontake a deep breath.
Art is the last chance we have,
to express our feelings,
and i keep on dreaming.
Art is the last chance we have,
to express our feelings,
and i keep on dreaming.
and i dream i dream i dream......