If my words could paint a picture,
What would the story tell,
The colours of a rainbow bright,
Fields of flowers with perfumed smells.
A place where all the children play,
Without a worry or a care,
Is that the picture I could paint,
If it was would I go there?
And if all the hopes and dreams came true,
If the bad things went away,
Would this be a better place,
And would the children play?
I guess that only time will tell,
As the words they form and fade,
Written on a paper boat to sail,
From imaginations that I made.