Christmas Dream
There must be a better,
beautiful world,
full of sunshine
and joy and flowers,
where you can laugh
and love
and dream,
and all your desires
surely come true.
Your hands are always warm,
The skies are always blue;
no clouds of despair,
just bright, soft
and sparkling air.
No chains of pains,
no thorns of hatred and greed,
and always
a good friend is found
in need.
There you feel free,
free like the wind,
unbound and careless...
Where is the gate?
Where is the key?
Where is the hand
that will give it
to me?