Broken Dreams
When I was a child I would dream
That I would have riches and fame
I would be a movie star
Have a mansion and a luxury car
I would have everything I need
I was determined one day to succeed
Then I shared my dream with a friend
That’s when my dream came to an end
Who can a star out of you make?
She said I didn’t have what it would take
She said that I must face the fact
I had no talent nor could I act
The words she said brought me no delight
So I said in my mind Maybe she is right
So I put my dream upon a shelf
Unaccomplished alone by itself
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