I dreamed of skys of ocean blue,
Of children dancing two by two,
And though my dream was very real,
I do not think that they could feel.

I dreamed of grass of deepest green,
Of people passing, colour unseen.
And though my dream was oh so real,
People before it would not kneel.

Too different to ever become one,
Our differences must weigh a ton.
And though my dream was true and real,
People just say 'what's the deal?'

A river deep, from shore to shore,
People drowning, are no more.
Yet we still do turn our heads,
Away from all the people dead.