The Reality of My Surroundings

Fishbone Sunless Saturday I see the pestilence outside my window I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street I face the morning with my customary sigh I hear the sounds of children laughing aloud

I wish everyday the sun would shine Take me to another place in my mind Where everything is beautiful And no wants or needs Nor sign of greed Could rule our soul How I wish everyday sunshine How I wish everyday sunshine If we could fly away on wings