Dream Revival

You can’t KILL my dreams,
They were predestined by my KING.
There is a river flowing 
through me,
That allows me to once again SING.
You can’t CURSE 
my destiny,
Or ever get the best 
of me.
BECAUSE when I fall,
I always RISE 
With HOLY FIRE
in my EYES.


By: Sabina Nicole
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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