I long for a better place Far, far away A place with new people and new blood Where I can be happy to greet the day A dream that I can chase
I long for a better place With rolling green hills, crowned with mist A place under primal stars and sun and moon Somewhere far away from this throbbing cyst That I call home
I long for a better place Where I can leave these not-so-healed over sores Memories that won't lay still A green country where eagles soar Free and unburdened Over flower studded hills
I long for a better place The dream where I can live as I will Gone from troubles and worries of yesteryear Forced down by the chemical tide Of a little white pill
I dream of a better place Where I shall be freed of the strain Of everyday life, my life Alas, but I know it for a dream A dream I'll never attain
"I dream of a better place
Where I shall be freed of the strain
Of everyday life, my life
Alas, but I know it for a dream
A dream I'll never attain"
Beautiful ending, but it was bitter-sweet. Do we not all long for a place to run to, a shelter from reality? You know, I've come to realize that it's all up to me to make a better life for myself. Amongst this world of poverty, pain, and production, there are a million opportunities. I hate that not everyone gets the chance to take advantage of them, but there is a right and wrong to everything, right? This was a great piece, and the heavy ache of such a longing was tangible. Well done :']
"I dream of a better place
Where I shall be freed of the strain
Of everyday life, my life
Alas, but I know it for a dream
A dream I'll never attain"
Beautiful ending, but it was bitter-sweet. Do we not all long for a place to run to, a shelter from reality? You know, I've come to realize that it's all up to me to make a better life for myself. Amongst this world of poverty, pain, and production, there are a million opportunities. I hate that not everyone gets the chance to take advantage of them, but there is a right and wrong to everything, right? This was a great piece, and the heavy ache of such a longing was tangible. Well done :']
"Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancho.. more..