June 4, 2008
I can’t see what I see

I can see

But can’t believe

Is it me?

Can’t be

Over time my reflection is broken
No words to be spoken

What happened to the dream?
When I took the lead
I decided what was right for me

My head held high
Thoughts drifted to the skies

My goals held tight cupped in my


There’s something wrong

It wasn’t me, wasn’t my destiny

So I’ll take this chance to say
If it wasn’t to late

I’d turn back the hands of time
Back when I was nine

Then turning 10
Do you think?

I could dream again?

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