Freedom is the gift from God
And the right of all mankind
Yet from birth the fetters form
If not real then in the mind
We're bound by forces beyond our scope
But still we have our dreams
From these we take our strength and hope
To live our lives it seems
These dreams we seek to live by
That seldom come to light
Their substance real yet set so high
Is just an added plight
Now as I watch the clouds go by
And dream of a far off place
A dream I know that cannot be
Spread the tears across my face
For some the dreams will come to life
And fullfil their every wish
For others just a form of strife
And their prize, an empty dish.
Graham Jones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perchance-to-dream/
