A Utopian Dream I’m asked to write about
Some perfect world I have no doubt
A sun that shines softly every day
There is never work only joyful play
Love is forever, true and never dies
To their fellow man, no one lies
The birds sing the squirrels run free
My God that place is not for me
I try and write about the truth my eyes see
Of the trials God gives us to help us be free
Is there really a place for this Utopian Dream
Where life is so good, there’s no bad it seems
One’s mood won’t ever go up or down
Where there is only smiles and never a frown
How do you know it’s right if nothing goes wrong
How can one sing, if just one doesn’t hum along
Give me a break on this Utopian Dream
Every now and then I need to hear a scream
I need to know my world has fallen, into a loop
It’s in a bit of a pickle, face deep in the soup
So give me a dream that’s as nice as can be
But put in a demon that’ll pop out at me
Nothing is that sweet all the blessed time
All worlds are full of poisons vines
Here is to show you my writings won’t stray
This Utopian Dream post at your feet I lay
This Utopian Dream post at your feet I lay