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 © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2014
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