Dare To Dream

How can the woman dare to dream When she can’t even stop to see? The beautiful, intricate, filigree Of a life that makes her want to scream Her world seems on the “up-and-up” Fortune fills to the brim of the cup When she sees this life’s corrupt How can this woman dare to dream? She reveals her beauty when she speaks But she is the epitome of weak And mourns her future as she weeps Her cheeks lose color, her eyes their gleam Her mind paints such a sad mosaic “I’ll never have quite what it takes” She’ll believe this until her spirit breaks Please, my dear, just dare to dream