Dreams
Dreams are wills made with the heartIf you believe it will come true
Unfortuneatly the world we see
Fairy Godmothers wont do everything for you
People wont believe in you
and bumps are everywhere
Life is a cruel place
When you fall no one will care
They are the only things that carry me
When my spirit begins to die
They are the only things that stop me
When i begin to breakdown and cry
I see them when i am sleeping
And strive for them when i am awake
When they begin to slip away
I begin to shake
Never let anyone say you cant
If you believe you can
What goes around comes around
As life is a big fan
Always try your best
And dont forget to smile
God will do the rest
Have you laughed in a while?
I only have one more thing to say
Take all of yesturdays dreams
And fulfill them
Today
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