By Robert Nicholson
From the Beginning I knew what drove
The life of compassion and star glazing
If it was a dream of things yet to come
A dream of together and love not lust
A dream of holding and magic to hold one another
Close not to live with a stranger
They want then leave and crush a dream
The dream of what others would call
A joke and a game to others
Games which children play and don't realize
How much it hurts others until it too late
Too late to change what damage has been
Done so I start on the quest
The quest to find a dream, that dream that was
Stolen from a game
So let me sleep for my dream will always
Love will begin!