To Paint a Dream

The core of every star is a scorching inferno; in the heart of every city resides a cold monster; multitude is bound to be oppressed by the fortunate few. My love is no miracle……….my love is not strong enough to cool down the blazing fire, to tame down heartless fiends or to wipe out the oppression clinging in our very souls. All I can do is to paint a dream just to show you a glimpse of what it would be like if only my love would have been stronger.