A Broken Dream

There once was a child
who smiled because it was sunny outside.
Who's parents gave hugs and kisses
and tucked her in at night.
And every morning she watched her favorite show.
And every day was fun
with no problems and no worries
as long as her homework was done.

There once was a girl
who lived a simple life.
With school and a job
and a few close friends.
And every morning she prayed.
And every day she worked hard
to help the people around her
the one's she knew and loved.

There once was a young lady
who thought she had the world figured out.
How she wanted her life to be
and how i'd happen without a doubt.
And every morning she wished.
And every day she hoped
that she could do the things
and be the woman in her dreams.

There once was a woman
who wanted the world to see
all the pain and suffering
and how no one's life was free.
And every morning she saw the flaws.
And every day she'd bleed
for the people who were forgotten
and the ones who were hurt, lost, and in need.

There once was an old lady
who's time was nearly out.
Who reminisced about the days
when sunshine and daises were all she cared about.
And every morning she worried.
And every day she struggled
to make her dream come true
but it was too much for a single person to do.

There once was an idea
to make the world a better place.
Where dreams and wishes came true
and children were always safe.
and every morning people gave a little
and every day was peaceful.
But it was just a dream and nothing more
that like the woman, died in vain.