When i was little
I would dream of far away places
Different people and Culture
Many different races
But i got older.
Getting older
Means dreams are harder to maintain
We pack them and ship them in a box
Because growing up
I had to focus on the money i had to gain.
See wants and dreams
have no say next to needs and necessities
Destruction lies in wait
like an inactive volcano
only to one day, blow in our pretty faces
See this one is a plea
to you from me
don't let your dreams suffer
fly like the wind, never look back
sometimes we have to let go,
to gain what we hope for the most.
Sometimes we just have to let go.
My plea, to you from me
never let freedom go
sing the songs of freedom, high and low
Take it from me, to gain our dreams
We will certainly achieve.
Don't ever get permanently stuck
Get up and breathe, smile
give way to happy and forget sad
be glad, be you, true to you.
My plea,
Never forget yourself
strive to please yourself
Win at how you think is winning.
Make your own happiness
Make your dreams reality
Live your own happy.
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