I dreamed of a better place

Just the other night

Where people were full of joy

What a beautiful sight

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Wish it were true, don’t you

Wish it were true, don’t you

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I saw no pain, no suffering

No evil words came my way

Everyone danced to the tune

Of a brand new day

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Wish it were true, don’t you

Wish it were true, don’t you

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Everyone knew each other

Each was a friend to all

War ceased to be a problem   

Love 

“Love what?” Gilliam thought to himself. He looked around the literature classroom. Not one of his so- called classmates in the room cared for him. They all said he was different. His true friends were the geeks and freaks. He let out a sigh…”How was he to become their protector. How was he going to learn to love them unconditionally?

Gilliam looked up at the clock. The bell should be ringing any second now. He shoved his notebook in his backpack and threw it over his shoulder.

The bell rang. “Finally,” Gilliam muttered to himself. 

“Hey, Gilliam still writing that crap poetry?” Shouted Josh as he walked out the door. 

“Yeah, man, find something more manly.” Chimed in Keith. 

A few more chuckles and the classroom was empty. He stood up to go to his next class. 

“Better hurry or you’re going to be late for class.” Said Mr. Lewis the Literature teacher. 

Gilliam looked at him. “Yeah I know…I’ll make it. 

“Oh, and Gilliam don’t let those guys get to you. Keep writing your poetry.”

“Where I come from it’s almost a requirement.” Gilliam smiled and left the room. 

Gilliam left the literature classroom and turned left in the crowded hallway. A school with over 4,000 students was a perfect place for a guardian angel to reside in order to bring protection