' Ravished Dream - Land '

I had my own world of dreams,

Of golden birds and silver streams,

Of mountains blue and forests green.

Where the season was an eternal spring,

Where bees did swarm and birds did sing,

And happiness did joyous colours bring.

But now it’s dark like a gloomy tomb,

And not a single flower does bloom.

And there’s a silence all around,

Like a lonely cremation ground.

It’s all dark but there’s one fire,

Of my burning dreams and desire,

As if they are all put on a pyre.

Here all pains, now regiments make,

As if soon a war would break,

And from me, all my happiness take.

And here would be armies of pain,

Capturing my dream-world lane by lane.

And like a prisoner of war, I would stand,

On my own ravished and looted land.