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Dreams

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That's why they call them dreams
Because they'll never be reality

I used to dream,
I used to dream of singing
Of going above and beyond

But Mommy said
'Not possible'
And I had to be realistic
Every single time
Different dream
But the same reply

I learned to keep my hopes and dreams a secret
To protect them from her
And anyone else that might say I couldn't do it

I wanted to draw
Just like my father
But when I thought I was close
To the end of the line

The line would stretch further
And I'd have to start over
With a new pencil
And a little less hope
Then I gave up on trying

Trying to make my dreams come true
Unless they were realistic
And not very hard to do


But in the end I know
That dreams are like wishes
They never come true





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