DISTANT DREAMS

Silently upon night's billows,
Rode she on gray willows,

Eyes upon a sun,
Yet to come with morrow's morn'.

A weeping child on the bleeding moor,
She lay all tattered and torn,

As prayers for a home,
Her lips the air did adorn.

The cold rain her skin shall kiss,
The blazing sun her drying tears caress,

As she a forgotten child, for a home pleads;
A distant dream, in a world that cares not if she dies or lives.

When was it, you placed a drop on her parched throat,
And upon her shivering a warming coat?.

We'd only save the world,
When the world that needs saving is gone.