I dreamt about a crowd of people looking for something
As they could not find, they were at the point of giving in
It was a place with a weird outward appearance,
But the inside was full of joy and assurance
« Lord« , were they shouting, « Lord until when!! »
At their looks you could swear they were trapped in this den.
Their cry would pierce at the core of your being
But their heart was as pure as at the beginning.
Peace on today, dear reader.
A son of the Most High