I used to know a boy
Who had a dream of a better world.
Where no one would judge
By the color of your skin
or your size
A world where everyone smiles,
and no one cries
Where all the people who talk about hate and violence
Learn that love and holding a hand
Can be just as fun, just as rewarding
He dreamed of a world
Where daughters could love who they wanted
And not have to worry about their father hitting them
Where mothers cared for the children they gave birth to
And didn't leave their baby to a life of sin
Then one day
As this boy preached to all he cared for
Telling them what the world could be
If they only loved the ones they call "enemy"
another boy came up and told them how big a lie this was
That love and friendship wouldn't cure anything
That no one would survive without hate and war
The boy died that day
Shot in chest by the man
The man that he called father
this boy kept hope throughout his entire young life
Even though his father beat him and hated him
he kept hoping
he kept living
Now he is just a memory
but his dream will live on
