The Dream
IT IS THE DREAM THAT BECAME STRONGER,
STRONGER THAN THE TRUNK OF AN OAK TREE.
THE DREAM THAT ROSE UP OVER THE MOUNTAINS OF AFRICA.
IT IS THE DREAM THAT WAS FULFILLED,
THE DREAM THAT IS NOT FORGOTTEN.
IT IS THE DREAM THAT FLIES LIKE THE BIRDS,
THE DREAM THAT CRAWLED LIKE A SEVEN MONTH OLD CHILD,
AND FINALLY STOOD UP AND WALKED ALL OVER THE BIGGEST CONTINENTS OF THE WORLD.
NO DREAM, NO FUTURE, AND NO FUTURE, NO LIFE.
IT IS A FRUSTRATING DREAM,
WHICH KEPT ON COMING INTO MY MIND.
IT IS THE DREAM THAT ROARS LIKE THE WIND,
WHEN IT IS ON ITS WAY TO MY MIND.
DREAMING AND DREAMING,
ONE DAY IT WILL BE FULFILLED.
STRONGER THAN THE TRUNK OF AN OAK TREE.
THE DREAM THAT ROSE UP OVER THE MOUNTAINS OF AFRICA.
IT IS THE DREAM THAT WAS FULFILLED,
THE DREAM THAT IS NOT FORGOTTEN.
IT IS THE DREAM THAT FLIES LIKE THE BIRDS,
THE DREAM THAT CRAWLED LIKE A SEVEN MONTH OLD CHILD,
AND FINALLY STOOD UP AND WALKED ALL OVER THE BIGGEST CONTINENTS OF THE WORLD.
NO DREAM, NO FUTURE, AND NO FUTURE, NO LIFE.
IT IS A FRUSTRATING DREAM,
WHICH KEPT ON COMING INTO MY MIND.
IT IS THE DREAM THAT ROARS LIKE THE WIND,
WHEN IT IS ON ITS WAY TO MY MIND.
DREAMING AND DREAMING,
ONE DAY IT WILL BE FULFILLED.
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