Half the Song
She came to me and told me “Papa look” and then she showed me what a world she’d made.
“You let yours get so bad,” she said “the people look so sad ‘cause of the tricks they play.
And why don’t we get angry when we see others go hungry, while we have so much.
It just does not seem right,” she said “to see the soldiers fight instead of helping out.”
And that’s only half the song.
The whole truth would take too long
How do we face ourselves?
Are there secrets we don’t tell?
The remains of dreams long gone.
She told me that her world was free of greed and had no wars the way that ours did.
Cause those who have would share and everyone would take good care to take just what they need.
I told her that the time would come, when everything would be just fine and right somehow.
She looked me in the eyes, the child, and took me by surprise when she said “why not now?”
And that’s only half the song.
But it’s enough to see we’re wrong.
What do you think they’ll find,
all of those coming behind.
The remains of dreams long gone.
Sometimes I wonder how we can be so wrong,
and that’s only half the song.
So when the sun has set, let us hope we don’t regret
the remains of dreams long gone.
And that’s only half the song.
You’ll get a message on your phone.
We’re busy there’s no time,
a million apps to find.
The remains of dreams long gone.