Wings of Grace

What shall we do with the dreams

Who see a world we can never know

Who have found a place of wonder

Where only children dare to go

What shall we do with the dreams

Whose world has no room for hate

Whose vision of tomorrows promise

Is so far removed from our fate

For they dream of a thousand tomorrows

Each one better than the one before

A future filled with compassion

For the tired, the weak, the hungry and the poor

What shall we do with the dreamers

Who no longer answer when we ask why

Who work to make their world better

And are unafraid to try

What shall we say to the dreamers

Whose lives make ours seem so bare

Who make us feel so empty

Because they dare to care

For they dream not of thing done before

But of the miracles which lie ahead

Of the needy who can be assisted

And the famished who can be fed

What shall we make of the dreamers

When they choose not to live as we

When they say our world has no meaning

As long as others are still not free

What shall we think of the dreamers

When they no longer listen to what we say

When their silence leaves us uneasy

And they refuse to go away

For they dream of fanciful figures

Poised in mid flight

Angels with wings of grace

Floating on the light

Messengers from the next world

So unfamiliar but yet not strange

Bringing word of the new world

The beginning of the change