The Broken Dream

A true holy urge of the heart Brought him into the scene As a star shining clear bright With an intense desire keen With his move moved millions As a voice united together With unique tools and tides That were seen nowhere never The freedom found its way But alas the soul was lost For none could be so strong To root the differences away All became so called owners Nobody wanted to be server Without selfless aspirations Without a concern of ever The dream of true freedom Where none is high or low Lost in the dust of selfish Storms in a few hearts blow O great saint we are never A bit ashamed of robbing you Of your precious dreams for We want to enjoy all through