There are streets - that you and I don't know,
Where our dreamed ones never go.
There are streets that are nameless...
There are homes - flavoured, round, cosy.
There are homes- whose directions we can't give,
Where our dreamed ones never live.
There are homes that are 'guard'less...
There are people - smiling, chatting, working.
There are people- that you and I don't greet,
Whom our dreamed ones never meet.
There are people who are thoughtless...
There are nameless streets that reach destinations,
There are 'guard'less homes that give shelter,
There are thoughtless people that live a life,
While, for our dreamed ones we strive...