It's Only A Handful Of Dreams

A child approaches and cringes away,
A stranger comes, a stranger they will stay,
Bombs drop, gunsmoke blots out the sun,
Everyone's lost and nobody's won.
The richman keeps hold of his treasures,
The thief comes takes away our pleasures,
Every three seconds a child from hunger dies,
And hatred is deep within hearts and eyes.

Should a child wake, live in a nightmare?
Should a world be unbalanced, so unfair?
Should a stranger remain forever unknown?
Should all of our fears have multiplied grown?
Should war be placed on a daily to do list?
Should compassion be lost in a hazy mist,
That hides all the world's anguished cries,
That hides from us every child as it dies?

It's only a handful of dreams,
But my heart weeps and screams,
For the future of our youth
To not know this as truth.

Will the parents round the world ever teach
That all these dreams can be within reach?
Will they ever show that a stranger can be a friend,
That there can always be a happier end?
Missiles and bombs do not have to be built,
There does not have to be a need for any guilt,
There is in fact enough food in the world,
The flag of friendship should be unfurled.

The child approaches and shows no fears,
A stranger reaches out, wipes another's tears,
The bombs stop, the guns are all gone,
Nobody's lost but everyone's won.
A richman gives everything to the poor,
No one wants, no need to lock any door,
A child asks "what does hunger mean?"
And hatred is never, ever again seen.

It's only a handful of dreams,
But my heart weeps and screams,
For the future of our youth
To know these things as truth.

The bombs stop, the guns are all gone,
Nobody's lost but everyone's won.

It's only a handful of dreams,
But my heart weeps and screams,
For the future of our youth
To know these things as truth.