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
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