We keep them to ourselves, sometimes we choose to share,

With those who seem to care.

These dreams seem so big have only hope to offer

Hope for the days these dreams are conferred.

So much on my mind like a child spoiled rotten,

And the ones abortive remain forgotten.

Martin Luther and Rodney had dreams,

Kings who never had the power to live these dreams.

Like a man working overtime,

My mind strays aimlessly through time

Losing track of all my burden

Dreams of greatness even when i am downtrodden

What keeps the poor, the sick, and the oppressed?

And also ensure that all our sorrows are repressed

Even when downtrodden in the island of Robben

Nelson Mandela's dreams made his hopes harden

In a world with mixed feelings and high hopes

We have nothing but deams to turn to

We are constantly faced with failure and despair

These factors which only dreams can repair

You must never let your dreams die,

because a man without dreams, has nothing to live by.

Keep dreaming as long as you're living

So you can desire more than you're achieving.

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