If life is but a dream, and everything’s a song
Then why on earth would we think that there’s something right or wrong
With anything we say, or anything we do
How could we think that anything could be claimed “false” or “true”
Within some that will read this, my words will resonate
And beautif‘ly in others it will fill them with red hate
But red is just a color - it’s neither good or bad
And maybe to a special few the color red is sad
So listen not to others, who tell you how to feel
Please! not even Journy, Who is saying “it’s not real”!
Listen to your own heart - it leads you true and strong
For really it’s the chaos that gives beauty to a song.
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