One day I could die.
So I can say my last goodbye.
One day I could fly.
Fly to a place of peace.
One day I could become a masterpiece.
One day I could hope to be revived.
Revived from this cruel reality that we call our world.
For one day my story could unfold.
One day I could be famous.
Famous for my story's.
One day I could be hear with you, and the next I could be long gone.
Gone from our cruel world into a place of peace, and happiness.
I have not yet left this world of despair.
So before I die I can be repaired.
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I wrote this because It was a day that I was in class, and I was thinking that wouldn't it be nice if our world, our reality would be filled with peace, and no more fighting. But that is why I can only dream of a place that we could all live in harmony, and peace.