My Dream
My Dream is the dream we hope for
to believe in and showfore
we dream of peace
but hav wars
I had a Dream we never backed down
always had what we needed to be what we are now
This Dream was original
extraordinary
This dream was My Life
and i hav to show for it.
I have a Family that loves me
for me Nothing to Become or Be.
They Told me Dreaming can lead to Beautiful things
and Thats was just the begining
I had a Dream I died From Anger and stress
But i woke up Happy and never remembered a Threat.
This Dream Might have showed me My Future
Or mayb what could have been
But i don't really care cause im here now
and That's how it is.
This is My Dream
to be Nothing but me
If you don't like it
Im not finna Have a heart attack for juss being me.
Your not worth it
and neither will i ever be
Shy about it.
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