Dreams

Blue skies,
white clouds,
smiles upon the
blank faces.
these are the wishes
of a hood raised mind.
With a heart of silk
and skin of steel.
Nightmares of unforgotten phases
left the place
without a trace.
Wish until the world is all but a fairytale.
and hope that in God's plan for your future is
a brighter day like no other.
then this world, this fantasy will cease
to be reality.;
so that in the mind
of the small children
lost to the shoot-outs
will be no painful memories.
Then again in the end
this is all a dream of
a lost soul searching for an answer.