Dream Not Come True
Holding on to years
Gone by kneeling pleading
To the younger years for what would
Be a broken future
Poor broken dreams
Poor me nothing to show
For all the hard work
Minimum wage for no knowledge
Drop out sweaty for head tired feet
Head so heavy to rest
Poor broken dreams
No way to see come true
Same cycle spinning like a web
Of mistakes a little to late to learn
As time is racing against me
Is no wonder I am stuck
In this would be dream
Poor me nothing to show
Reliving the would be dream
Feeling sorry for a bad out bringing
For the weakness no drive so easy to give up
And not try
Just getting by day by day
Pay check to pay check
With nothing to show for the hard work
Half a life time dream to proud to beg
Head held high for trying to make
A dollar out of fifty cents
Bad choices coast a life time of broken dreams relived
Copyright © Mirian Parrilla Garcia | Year Posted 2013
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