Of My Dreams





The age of Heroes has gone by

The shining armour’s tarnished

Dragons are nowhere to be found

And the Damsel is a Duke.

Values weak and morals loose

Vulgarity becomes the norm

People fight over silly names

And kill for a pair of shoes.

Now just sit back and take in stock

Of frightening pictures painted

We can escape to distant fires

A place to live again.

Where grass is green and never smoked

Where men are strong and women true

This is a place to rest your brow

This valley of my dreams.


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