
Poverty stricken, but all I have is the future in my eyes.
To never watch my mother struggle, to wipe the tears from her eyes when she cries.
Not a dime to my name, but I'll be there some day.
I have a dream worth chasing, it'll be hard always.
No time for love, but I wish it would come.
No time for stress, otherwise I'm done.
I have a chance to see my words printed, what a wonderful dream.
Putting my life on stage, a life changing moment so it seems.
I'm simply a dreamer, with only hope and faith.
I'm a broken man looking for redemption, with a dream that can never break.
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