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A HUNDRED DREAM A MARCH
Roars of dawn gave me a funny chill
knowing there's no beacon of an easy drill
- still same stony hill
That I pray "Oh Lord, please give ears to my plea"
Trust the process- as I connect the dot!
No drift, just shift till I lit that spot
A hundred dream' a march still got a stream of light
I will keep marking green, steady wheel- hungry for that eagle height.
Then, the world will be my ostrich
and I will ride her to a greater reach
knowing there's no beacon of an easy drill
- still same stony hill
That I pray "Oh Lord, please give ears to my plea"
Trust the process- as I connect the dot!
No drift, just shift till I lit that spot
A hundred dream' a march still got a stream of light
I will keep marking green, steady wheel- hungry for that eagle height.
Then, the world will be my ostrich
and I will ride her to a greater reach
Published 27th Sep 2018
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