They all call me crazy.
For what my dream is,
Who I want to become.
None of them have a vision,
Just criticism..
How can you emotionally destroy a man..
Who still daydreams?
Look into my eyes,
Very little pollution of adult things,
I am still a dreamer,
Searching for my purpose,
There's more to life then just working, and dying,
I'll be reaching out until I find it.
You, Like me, have a certain charm.
The power to bless others with God's gifts.
Let us never bow down our capabilities,
I don't want to grow old and incomplete.
Rush into the canvas of dreams,
Figuring out our destination,
Along the way..
Let them laugh at us,
Show them whose right,
Not by words,
But by our dreams bright light. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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