The Dream
The dream that was asleep
Has risen from its slumber
Was shy and ever so silent
Is back and loud as thunder
Standing tall,stepping firm
Holding strong,is my choice
Purposeful and resonant
You can't resist,so hear my voice
Here and now,with strong intent
Pledging to take my place
I'm on a journey,to the stars
So don't forget my face
As certain and inevitable
As flowers bloom and sunlight gleams
Shine I must,and come true
Because I am that dream
28 March 2013
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