Dreams
A DREAMers dream that of no other
just whispers echoing through cold stone walls
yet louder than thunder
DREAMers, dream on those beautiful dreams
change the world, make it turn
create a beautiful world, far better than today
for today cannot be better than an unknown tommorow
paint that path for us none believers
show us what true power is
DREAMers give us your dreams
for you are the shepard to us lambs
leading us to true freedom
DREAMers what glorious dreams you have
fight the good fight and let your dreams be heard
break those stone walls down
let those whispers turn to cries
let those cries shake the world turning doubt to crumble
and prepare us all for that promising unknown tommorow
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trinket1993
Ever since I was little I have worked hard for a future. I was ill graced with poor parenting but learned from, rather than repeated, those poor mannerisms. At the age of sixteen I worked full time to support my younger sisters and myself, while going to school. This included: paying rent, electricity, water, food etc.. My grandfather, who was more intellectually and responsibly stable, taught me the refines of good education and it's rewards. I, being some what more refined than my immediate heritage, learned from his long monotonous lectures and suffered through school and long hours of labor to accomplish what I have done today. I have experienced far more than a person of my age should have to and because of that I have learned a great deal more than most. I pull through education and working long hours to reach a time in life where I will be satisfied in my accomplishments and have reached my humble goals of having a stable career and home that will benefit others as well as myself.
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