Handful of Dreams - Vangough

This part of life is left best to the wise
Sages and kings
Saints and clowns
Bottles of fear
Look to the sky
Pour out your soul and you'll fly
On mountains of gold
All of it yours if you're first in line
I lived in oceans where angels do dwell
Beyond the sun
Far beyond hell
He taught me life is a painting of time
Hearts filled again like bottles of wine
Soak in the waters of plenty
Drink clouds of gray
Let the sunshine melt away
Sundays of greed
Spattered paint
Handful of rain
Words etched in stone
All my hopes gone too soon
Lost in a sea
Stranded and bear where I bleed
Forests burning
People starving
Nations fighting
Oceans dying
Skies are grayed out
Trees are fading
From your home that you are saving
Despite your gift to think of ways to help mankind seek better days
You waste your mind on brittle toys
On killing earth
On fighting wars