Empire Come

I am indeed the Prince of a Dream For the reality is but a matchbox house in the State of Ordinary The past was worse, so I appreciate the much I have I’ve won a number of battles against poverty So I have learnt a lesson and two about Faith and Prosperity I am now preparing to wage an all out war I have to exterminate all the mosquitoes of doubt from my mind For each with their micro stings Infest me with the mediocrity disease I am the Prince indeed I may not have a kingdom to inherit But that does not mean I will not be a future king For history has taught me That empires have been built in the battle fields Where the weaker must bleed as the weakest perish Hence to all the vices of mediocrity and pessimism Pick up your swords and armour For I have had enough of you causing my disasters Let us meet in The Battlefield of Achievements ...and see who shall conquer I am the Prince I say ...and this after the battle I am sure you shall proclaim For the world will need to know that I waged war on you and won My past will not determine who I will be My world cannot be without a king So take it that this is the beginning of history In my heart is a dream that you must live to see It shall be a reality of prosperity for all with honest dreams For of how I will defeat you I will draw blueprint Everyone who shall wish to triumph over poverty ...shall receive The Blueprint for free Never again in the future I dream Shall the vices of Poverty, Pessimism and Mediocrity ...be allowed to roam free Prosperity in every means ...is the only Reality that will be allowed to exist