The Dream Mill
''may i turn on my dream i shout to myself a i look at the windmill just may i spin you on and for every turn there'll a brilliant beam peace would spread over the land and victory would float over with the slugglish steam i speak silently to my hand and push as hard a i could to hold fast to dream my hand start stir slowly and my dream come true red rose in the air fly storm sang slowly in it turning polluted ocean turn into blue and the windmill keep on turn with my dream turning turning turn