There was a person long time ago
Maybe not that long as one would think
Enough, to skew the view of a generation
Forthcoming, covered with slant of conspiracy
As humanity scatters along widespread messers
Of populace

There can be a dream, a world of dreams
Where life is cherished preserved memories
Respected where love and trust alight the hearts
Leaving way for a generation to be free
To form views and opinions of their own
Rejecting shades of others