Dream a dream!
We are children of sun, we are born of ashes,
We are those made english an abstract noun,
Rest are just great illusions, a poem, a word, a unforgivable curse,
Paying to attention to the grammar,
My words shall be remembered by you, i will be mortal, but my words are not,
We are those adds punctuation marks dot. Comma, dot. To the real world,
I wish people were like love too,
Wearing poetry in its each moment,
There's always one of us who does dream a dream.