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DREAM ON
DREAM ON
Late at night,when the day fades away some tend to dream
The thoughts of the day that that were forced to be ignored resurface with a demanding esteem
They scream hear, see, aspire to be
I am ambition, acknowledge me
But in life, sacrifices are sometimes made
Especially, when there's a mother with a son and she has another on the way
When struggles become reality and reality becomes fate
She doesn't hide she doesn't stray
She doesn't run, she remains determined and waits for her blessings to come
Some wonder what's it like living life with a dream deferred
No one knows until it happens and those dreams are purged
She seeks help from family, from friends
But, quickly learns, in her crises, there are no helping hands
So she makes excuses for them all,
Especially the men
For it helped her cope before why shouldn't it help her cope again
There's always one last person to ask, one more shoulder to seek,
But, so often apathy is the reply to her please
Yet hope remains, even if it's yet to be seen
Because, late at night when the day fades away some tend to dream
Late at night,when the day fades away some tend to dream
The thoughts of the day that that were forced to be ignored resurface with a demanding esteem
They scream hear, see, aspire to be
I am ambition, acknowledge me
But in life, sacrifices are sometimes made
Especially, when there's a mother with a son and she has another on the way
When struggles become reality and reality becomes fate
She doesn't hide she doesn't stray
She doesn't run, she remains determined and waits for her blessings to come
Some wonder what's it like living life with a dream deferred
No one knows until it happens and those dreams are purged
She seeks help from family, from friends
But, quickly learns, in her crises, there are no helping hands
So she makes excuses for them all,
Especially the men
For it helped her cope before why shouldn't it help her cope again
There's always one last person to ask, one more shoulder to seek,
But, so often apathy is the reply to her please
Yet hope remains, even if it's yet to be seen
Because, late at night when the day fades away some tend to dream
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