I had a dream, from before i was three,

I dreamed of the days that lay ahead of me.

At night, i would think, of the greats of the past,

I`d think of how they were remembered, and how they would last.

What made them different from you or from me?

They had a passion within them, and a reason to be.

I asked,"What is my passion, and what is my gift?"

What skill will help the lives, and the souls I`ll uplift?

From day one i have been helpfull to all who were in need,

But only science held my interest when i sat down to read.

I needed a job where knowledge could help;

I could sympathize for the ill, and educate myself.

In the path of medicine, i found my call,

As a doctor, my knowledge would become a cure for all.

With just eight years of training, it will be worth the wait,

To see myself recognized for being as great

To have dreamed so far, and to have reached my goal,

With just the power of my mind, and the passion of my soul.