The Dream Renewed

Words, just words a man speaks, but they cradle me in wonder. Maybe if I wait a little longer and I march a little stronger the world could change. Behind our footsteps, The Dream Within his words, a tough team Just like molecules building up steam. I have a dream Just like that of Doctor King’s, a man who gave me wings to wish for the right things. Yes, I will stand by another and call him my brother, we’ll pursue yet another human right to recover. The dream is renewed in a different voice. Guess we don’t have a choice with injustice so close. Dream on my sisters, The Dream is alive. We must continue to strive, and make wakes with our vibe. And the vibe on the streets, in a speech or in beats, play it loud ‘cuz it speaks. So save me a seat for the day that it’s as real as the White House seal. So our children will feel The Dream slowly reel, reel them with the voice of a man who could Dream, and again fix the seam, once again see redeemed our heart pounding dream … And yes, this Is my Dream.