WINGS OF GRACE (The Dreamers). What shall we do with the dreames. Who see a world we can never know. Who have found a place of wonder. Where only children dare to go. What shall we do with the dreames. Whose world has no room for hate. Whose vision of tomorrowæŠ¯ promise. Is so far removed from our fate. For they dream of a thousand tomorrows. Each one better than the one before. A future filled with compassion. For the tired the weak the hungry and the poor. What shall we do with the dreamers. Who no longer answer when we ask why. Who work to make their world better. And are unefraid to try. What whall we say to the dreamers. Whose lives make ours seem so bare. Who make us feel so empty. Because they dare to care. For they dream not of thing done before. But of the miracles which lie ahaid. Of the needy who can be assisted. And the famshed who can be fed. What shall we make of the dreamers. When they choose not to live as we. When they say our world has no meaning. As long as others are still not free. What shall we think of the dreamers. When they no longer listen to what we say. When their silence leaves us uneasy. And they refuse to go away. For they dream of fanciful figures. Poised in mid-flight. Angels with Wings of Grace. Floating on the light. Messengers from the next world. So unfamiliar but yet not strange. Bringing word of the New World. The begginnin of the change.