  "Just a thought" In all the lives I've lived before, And all the sleep I've slept, I've never had a dream quite like, The dream that I had dreampt, I visualized a man of gold, could not be bought could not be sold, A man whos knowledge I've been told, Is from a land, Where words are old. The voice is something obsolete, While thought and gesture You complete And so in love I hold him near And hope to God, That he will hear. 
