I Had A Dream....

Why do I always chase heads for tales?
When success comes with fake smiles anyhow?
Must I always continue to follow the crowd?
This constant congo merry-go-about is doomed to fail

I'm somewhere near the back and I don't see the leaders changing direction now

Then the music stopped and we was like Terracotta Army statues

We were slightly misused, fuelled by drugs and booze, confused in mental abuse in this resemblance of a dole line queue

And then the domino effect started
We pushed and pulled then stumbled and parted
Top, middle, bottom, front and back divided
Screams and cries were heard from the broken hearted

Some laid down to play dead soldiers
Some still frozen with emotions timeless
The music was over and old games hopeless
I saved the last dance for the lady in kindness

As I looked around over her shoulder
Surveyed the situation and pulled her in closer
We danced, and we danced, oh how we danced until we were sober
And I remember that dance and how I still wish that it wasn't over

My timeline has now moved me along
Up and down, back and forth to where I once congo'd from
I still enjoy the silence from our slow dance song
Being older and wiser hasn't proved me right or wrong

There were no lies in our last goodbye
Just happy tears of days gone by
And I do often think and ask myself why
Why did the music stop and who won the games that I'd forgot?
But most of all and my last thoughts at night
Is "why did our perfect love just die?"

I woke up one day on top of the world and feeling great
I even wrote a detailed letter to the head of state
Cos I had a dream quite similar to Martin Luther Kings
Of how we could be, what we could achieve, a world of you and me, of us and them, united and free, if only they could see a world of equality that's free
But still I wait for a response and I wait, and still I wait
Maybe I sent it a few centuries too late?