Muticoloured Dreams

Two orphans in lonely rooms
sweeping with their brooms
sad memories of yesterday
who will come and save us?

Pictures of a broken family
dancing our lonely dreams
too ashamed to say why
would a mother run away,

leaving us alone with dad
dying from a heart attack
scribbling his note to say
your new home to safety.

Parson Dean will save you
the choir singing in tune
clapping hands the hymns
rising up high in heaven,

your Savior shining a light
no need for the darkness
lonely in the orphanage
a new home tomorrow,

safe in our loving arms
two rooms in the manse
with a fireplace burning
your dreams so brightly.

Your dad has recovered
praying with the angels
hand in hand in the park
wishing to play parading,

sweet tears of thoughts
swinging on the maypole
multicolored the images
seeing new life eternal.