Here on this bed of roses
the smell of tomorrow in the sky
pen to paper the mind composes
fleeting as the days go by
Sweet glimpses of yesterday
of innocence in the light
the laughter now gone astray
for it crumbled in the fight
Then what of the great men
who prophesised of the light
It is all lost in this den
of misery shone so bright
Look deep into humanity
to find that dream once more
Hold on with such intensity
Drop your doubts at the door
