Misconceptions of a hopeful mind

The church bell rings,
The Nightingale sings;

Everytime everywhere,

The crazy little things;

Misconceptions of a hopeful mind.


Golden sunset drenched in rain,
No, there is no pain;

Home sweet home,
Down that narrow lonely lane;

Misconceptions of the hopeful mind


The child has his toy,
No, it ain't no ploy;

beneath the streetlight,
Blind man dancing with joy;

Misconceptions of a hopeful mind.

But,
The child doesn't know
Dark truths and sarcasms,

His mind refuses to grow;

He stands beneath the starlit sky
And he wants to fly
All he wants to believe,
Are the misconceptions of a hopeful mind.