Oh to be alive

I have a dream, a song to sing, to help me cope with anything, If you see the wonders of the fairy tale, you can take the future even if you fail, I believe in angels, something good in everything I see… (The line is borrowed from an all time favourite song by the evergreen group Abba)                                                                                                                  My faith in ...

Would it make a difference if I was just a number? Would it make me merge, somewhere in the Matrix? If I had no name to identify me, if I had no place to carry on my shoulders? For ever so long they’ve   hunted me out, killed me and my brethren for who we are. How long will the maxim, eye for an eye, provide succor to misguided souls? I thought faith was meant to propagate peace, now it lurks in the darkness of every street, causing death and pain untold, as every day they fire another salvo. I wish I was old enough to drive in some sense, we are all the same aren’t we, with the same blood in our veins? Why then are there mountains of maimed bodies around me and rivers of blood? I can’t play anywhere any more, my mates they say are in the lap of God. I wonder why He sits quiet too, I wish I was just a number so such madness wouldn’t ensue. But I still hold on to faith in my heart, one fine day there may be a fresh start. ©...