The Dreamer
In a million years I never thought it possible...
To rule a country dominated by the other
The thoughts of it being a reality,
hardly consumed my mind
but yet they did.
Would color betray my dreams?
Or would my dreams betray color?
As i stand in front of a cheering crowd
and I can see my father as he looks from above proud
and filled with joy
that the boy he once knew
has grown to be a man respected by plenty
and disrespected by a few.
Yes we can,
The dreamer has become.
And the dream has begun
To rule a country dominated by the other
The thoughts of it being a reality,
hardly consumed my mind
but yet they did.
Would color betray my dreams?
Or would my dreams betray color?
As i stand in front of a cheering crowd
and I can see my father as he looks from above proud
and filled with joy
that the boy he once knew
has grown to be a man respected by plenty
and disrespected by a few.
Yes we can,
The dreamer has become.
And the dream has begun
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