And of course,
it's not actually real.
But why must the sweetest of things
only be in our dreams?

To see of life
through looking glass
Seems to show all it's cracks
Fragile,
is man on heavy words
Sinners of course,
a forefather's forced labour of sin into birth.

Still as precious gold,
time is of worth
Treasured memories
of course remain in our hearts.
Lifes not perfect,
but could be close to it with just a smile.