Near the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
So what if there I sat
Butt flat on the dirt
Near the boulevard of broken dreams
Bleeding within from the wounds
Inflicted unto me in pursuit of impossible dreams
Still I insist there is nothing impossible to me
I gotta heal so quick and get back to the ring of dreams
I gotta fight for what I believe in with all that’s invested in me
Defeat is a word unacceptable to me
Copyright © Wiseton Prins | Year Posted 2011
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