Love

I had a dream once, that I knew how to fly.
Things were so simple for there was only to try.

Failure didn't exist and dreams all came true.
Anything happened, you had only to do.

A decision once made turned to success all in one.
Goals were achieved and all was for fun.

But this dream was dreary, and soon I awoke.
Leaving that land where the system was broke.

For in my strange dream there was never a pain.
People never left, and no hope was in vain.

There was no work, heartache, or sorrow.
You didn't have to wait, even for a tomorrow.

Misery was gone, but this dream broke my heart.
In a place where an end was right at the start.

For Hell's a great teacher and pain knows its place.
In the real world where you oft lose the race.

The black pit of sorrow in an endless dark night,
Is the place where you finally learn how to fight.

For you can stay there and cry to yourself.
Spend your whole life like a helpless doll on a shelf.

Or you can be great, and learn where you stand.
And earn the whole world by the work of your hand.

As you struggle and scrape, you'll fall back in the hole.
With little success and nothing to show.

Once again you will have to find why,
You will have to know why you decided to try.

No one will tell you how, when, or where.
No one can make you, or teach you to care.

You're all alone in your worthless estate.
You're the only one who will tell you you're great.

The miracle is this: that's all you need.
Know yourself and you shall succeed.

And in that day, when you truly can fly,
You will know how you got there, and you'll know why.

You will know how to love, for you've lost it all.
You'll run the swiftest for you've had to crawl.

And that is the dream- and I won't awake.
To loose it all and fight, for love's sake.