DREAMS WERE TO BE

Distance did not matter here. For some freedom,
others history to be made on a ship of glory to be.
Remember two worlds of life were on here, yet
pictures of the past showed the mingle of both to see.
Even the pockets of some had money of endless depth
while others had endless dreams deep in theirs.
As the talk of the rich was future wealth and
coming fairs, below it was of the expensive fares.
Music that night could be heard softly as whoever looked
at the waves, the faces were forever imprinted on them.
So the nightly ship was to follow history alright
as the lights became dim.
We remember only the stories told from ear
to ear, yet they died as one and lived as one.
Ever did the cold freeze them in time to seek
history together, their journey will never be gone.
Remembering heroes were few; mistakes
were made more as time put a shine on it.
Each name soon was forgotten until the ship
of hope was found again. Back they came, bit by bit.
To have a movie of this journey was money in the bank,
but to the survivors, empty pockets of lost love.
On the hands of some actors, a statue of glory they held while some
who died back then had a statue of a lady holding a torch high above.
Believe this, the rich will be sailing in history as fate
gave them this reward, forever in time this will be.
Ease the fate of those who dreamed of a better life, God gently
brought them to heaven’s door, they were the key.