Find A Way
I’m lost
A simple fact but true
They tell me where to go
But it just won’t do
I want freedom, I want power
But I feel like an ant
Standing next to a tower
I had big dreams
seems they just keep getting smaller
when reality hits
things get a lot harder
big dreams get small
big thoughts will fall
but I know there will always be a dawn
this world will always, move on
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