Dreamer Dies, Dream Lives On

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  • Cynth
  • is distouring romance and abhoring a heart ache

Dreamer Dies, Dream Lives On

Dreamer Dies, Dream Lives on

There was a time my freedom was slaved
A stinking rag in nobody’s land
And a nobody in somebody’s land
Leftovers were a merry Christmas
Sorrow was a song sang in awe

But somewhere in the land of nobody
Was a child who dreamt all day
For a sign of rainbow in the sky
From the mountain side of faith
To the valley of endurance and hope

Dreamers dreamt and never stop dreaming
Dreamer dies and dream lives on
A child in nobody’s land
Is now a King in somebody’s land
My time to shine because dreamers dream is now a reality

My oppressors dream was so infertile
They would have swallowed me alive
A torrent would have overwhelmed me
I planted seeds in tears and sorrow
But I have harvested in shouts of joy

And there comes the dreamer
Who dreamed a great fertile dream
For a child in nobody’s land
Is now a King in somebody’s land
My time to shine because a dreamers dream is now a reality

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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