I have a dream that the sun will shine but all around it’s raining.
I have a dream, water into wine, but the muddy ground’s blood-staining.
There's a wiser dream; five-thousand feed from loaves and fishes three;
Five-thousand plead and the fortunate few supply them with all they need.
I have a dream but the wine’s untrue and the hour grows late until
The great divide, growing deep and wide, devours the dreamer. Will
We watch while the falling world descends or will we dream as well?
I have a dream of a nightmare’s end and time alone will tell.