Broken Dream
We have a dream
Very patriotic
A dream of a young kid
To grow up strong
With a tender heart
And a mind of the Great
Combine with the hands of a farmer
To build our country
From its lowest level
To a height that touch the sky.
We build our country
By ours hands and hearts
From nothing
To a great nation
With all ours love and determination…
We carry ours dream
To be warm through the cold nights
To be cool under the hot sun light
Days by days…
And many years went by
The dream is still survive
… as a dream!
That is, there are no materialized
Of anything we’ve talked
Of anything we’ve worked for
And suddenly we’ve realized
We have believed in an empty promise
We have walked on water
To create power
For the people with endless greed!
We have taught the younger
To work on an empty stomach
For the untouchable goals!
Then,
There is a sudden stop!
And sink in,
an overwhelm feeling of sadness
… of a Broken Dream.
For Liên and my friends,
Who had lived for a dream and now…
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