Dreaming Singer

Somewhere on this earth, children suffer in need.
They grow beautiful roses just to survive today.
Without a chance to learn, with no hope for tomorrow,
forced into war, sleeping in the dust.

But what can I ever do for them?
So all I can do is love roses.

Dreaming singer, the ideal is so far.
Dreaming singer, reality is so fragile.

A day of peace will surely come.
I believe it will come. I speak my dream.
I share my dream.
I sing my dream.