A dreaming child peers into a little glass dome
Where snow falls upon a tiny world:
A mountain, a forest, a tunnel, a village, a train
A kingdom where there is safety and love
He cradles it in his hand lest it be lost
Among the emotional wreckage of lying adults
Cold pizza, unexplained screams from the other room
300 channels of satellite tv
A beaten child peers into that magic dome
And wishes that somehow it might be his home
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