Wishing and Dreaming
Ever wondered how things could be in a different life? As a different person
Wishing and dreaming to be someone you know you could live with for certain
Yeah we all do it, and if you don't that's a fib
let me walk you through my dreams and how i wish to live
My mother has struggled all her life
no one there to help; just turmoil and strife
As my brother and I grew older, we also grew to understand
I was growing to be a woman, and he to be a man
But somehow it seemed as things only got worse
And me being a Christian I couldn't help but feel as if we were cursed
Oh I've prayed and cried so long to see better days
and even though they come, they swiftly drift their ways
I dream of success only for my mom;
yes to better myself but more solely for my mom
I love her so much; she's so strong she's so faithful
and i wish i could be like her but my strength isn't as stable
I see other families all rich, happy, or content
and honestly they're not even Christians so I ask,"what's God's intent?"
No one here to help not even my own brother
it was jus me, wishing to help my mother
My granny got dementia, and my mom lost her job
I only wished and dreamed i had the strength to turn to God
I cried so many nights; my dad in Atlanta on crack
while Im in college struggling, trying to keep myself on track
Yeah, I wanted to drop out, nothing was going right
but God still gave me the peace of mind to go to sleep every night
My classes were hard and I couldn't afford much
Luckily I had my best friends there; glad we always kept in touch
But even still they weren't enough, I began to envy them myself
I tried not to, but maybe it was a cry for help
I thought of dropping out but I didn't
I knew my mommy couldn't live with it
She is the person who kept me going
even when I felt oh so lonely
I lost my scholarship and my mommy was still out of a job
and still I wished and dreamed that i had strength to turn to God
I grew so weary and tired of my life; feeling so alone feeling as if i failed my mom
I only dreamed of a future, yep...living as a bomb
yeah i know thats kind of extreme
but its not something i wished; its what i dreamed
i suppose it was more of a nightmare
but my mindset slowly grew not to care
I tried turning to God, oh I believed he'd be there for me
because he said we are standing by the waters and we are a rooted tree
I love God so much i just wish he could change my life
But wishing for another life may not be the life that fits me, right?
I don't know so I just continue to wish and dream
hoping to later afford school, see my mommy smile, and graduate debt free.
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