Its wide it’s far;
It’s the land you named it Clare.
Its foggy it’s misty;
It’s the place you wished you called home.
Its doleful it’s ‘luscious’;
It’s the bowl I drip my daily dose of sufferings.
It`s small and I dare to dream it`s big.
I dare to dream…”
It’s lonely, with just a stump standing centrally;
I dare to dream a breezy peaceful shade.
Its sandy, my ankles barely know the light;
I dare to dream a healthy pasture and a green beautiful backyard;
I dream a better iron shelter for my street brethren;
I dream a food basket for the hungry others;
I dream a bed rest without meaningless bothers.