Hole in the bucket of dreams
Let me tell you a story,
Where nothing is as it seems,
A small day dreaming girl,
And a bucket of her hopes and dreams.
She'd wander around the world,
Holding the bucket tight,
Adding her hopes and memories,
But why did it feel so light?
With every step she took,
As she tried to find her way,
The bucket was full of holes,
So her hopes and memories drained away.
Though it seems so sad,
She always seemed to smile,
Because now her hopes and dreams,
Seemed to colour the isle.
So with every step she took,
She lost a life times worth,
But it spread across the lands,
And filled it with dreams of peace on earth.
~ Gem
12/11/03