Dream

I wake from sleep with a terrible scream 
It's time to tell you about my dream. 

First I'm a soldier with orders to kill.

Then I'm a priest doing God's will.

Then I'm an actor that plays a part. 

Then I'm a doctor that replaced your heart. 

Then I'm  homeless  with nothing to eat.

Then I'm a king you fall at my feet.
 With a this in mind it makes me scream. 
But I must remember it's only a  dream
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