The Dream
It is the dream,
The dream of a lifetime,
Where we fly high and touch the sky
As high as the eye can see
Where no man would want to be
But in the dream, where the world is free
You can glide infinitely
Just like a bird
Reaching for joy
High up in the mountains of the North
Drifting from the wind
Towards the end
Suddenly, you wake up
Thinking about that bird
Who was let free
By the kindness of the dream.
It is the dream
Where freedom is the crime scene.
Ines Gritli and Kayan Oweida
