The Pony Dream
I
dreamed a dream that this would be,
A
world unlike the one I'm viewing,
Where
we would all be safe to be,
Away
from all the hate pursuing,
I
saw my dream turn into tears,
The
pony song is slowly dying,
We
have no right to have a voice,
We
don't exist, the world is lying.
I
dreamed that I would be a star,
Not
pounded down by callous writing
I
felt a tear run down my cheek,
As
I watched the ponies crying, fighting
This
wasn't how it was meant to be,
I
have a heart, and it's still beating
And
now all I have left is dreams,
For
noone thinks that I'm worth meeting.
Long
time ago they promised me,
The
glory that I was deserving,
But
all I got was jeers and cries,
And
a song not worth preserving
The
dream is gone and so am I,
For
the war has killed my spirit
What
was the world supposed to be
Without
the ponies living in it?
Perhaps
one day they'll have my dream,
And
know that I was meant to shine
When
somebody will take my part,
And
share these hopes of mine.
copyright
E A Woolley (Princess Taffeta) May 2000
All Little Ponies Need Your Love.
No Matter how old they are.