Imagine a place where all is good
Where money is weak
And hate is poor

The children are singing such wonderful songs
They dance and laugh
And all get along
People skip home
And prepare for night
Never wake up from scares or fright

Kids can love whoever they want
No race, no religion, no bias involved
That's not real though,
Just imagination
They are endless thoughts,
A figment of my fascination

I often think of that place
When I get hit
Or spit at in the face
Only I know those people on that cloud
In that place where all are proud
Those are some crazy people