Is there a legacy for my dream?

dreams, the pristine snow on the peaks
runaway desires, what we want to be
in the placid lap of serenity
I dream of a world, full of sanguinity

behold what's there for us
bountiful to be had
for each one of us
but still we are embroiled in feuds

Look at that smile, the innocence in her eyes
fingers so tender, the glint so fresh
Are we so blind, bedazzled by the gold
that we can't see the message so bold

the blind race to hegemony
conscience trampled under bigotry
what's the future which beckons us
the beings with blackened souls and full of trickery

a whisper in our ears, a stalking shadow
pleading to rid the negligent
of his exuberant callousness and declamatory slumber
of the turbid mirror, a reflection in taint

a price to live, and a gift of death
the last strings attached to a rickety faith
the journey will start with everyone around you
engender the courage, when your moments are few

this world will never be the same
a man of dreams will rise again
the change which I couldn't bring
will manifest in a song which the world will sing