The promises that I am meant to keep,

Have lead me down a path that I can't see.

I've walked so far, that now I'm way too deep.

There's no way out, I know you must agree.

What hurts the most is this is not my dream.

I want to dance and sing and paint and write.

Instead, I work at desks with killed esteem.

You know this system hides our dreams from sight.

My lack of faith has weakened me for now,

But if I strive I hope I'll make the cut.

I wish I had you here to show me how.

I need success before the door is shut.

Once you hear my story you will know,

That dreams are made for chasing, don't forgo.