Mike Kosman

Dreams are made to follow
Hills are made to climb
Losing is hard to swallow
But we get stronger all the time
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Walking in the cold October rain
Down a dark and lonely highway
Not knowing where I am
Wondering if you ever really
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In the darkest hour of morning
At the coldest time of day
Down a never ending highway
I set out on my way
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Hey little super hero
With your batmobile parked right beside your bed
And teddy on the pillow by your head
You think I can beat up superman
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O mighty oak I've gazed at you
So strong and standing tall
Your massive branches in the wind
So high above us all
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When it feels like every little thing you do
Keeps turning out all wrong
And the way you're bound really has the sound
Of a tune from a sad sad song
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May the sunshine bless your roses
Be your pastures ever green
May your heart be ever joyful
And your spirit light and free
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I'd like to tell you all about
This one truck driving man
Ain' t got time to tell it all
But I'll do the best I can
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I'm wanting you to know
I won't forget the years
You guided me through life
The best way that you knew
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Always been ahead of yourself
Self assured and bold
Took the traning wheels off your bike
When you were only four years old
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I came home from the baseball field
Teardrops in my Eyes
I didn't make the team
And I though that I would die
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So many times I try to tell you
Just how much I love you babe
And I keep wondering why the hell you
Don't believe a word I say
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Shadows in the corners of my mind
Broken dreams I had to leave behind
Memories that still inside me stir
Of used to bes that never really were
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Roney you're a dreamer
A misplaced country boy
Hoping and believing
That your dreams just might come true
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It's hard to believe
I've become this way
The years have made me pay
The good times come and gone
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Waking up crying
Not knowing why
And I'm feeling that I'm going insane
This work that I'm doing
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Autumn leaves are falling
North wind's blowing in
I know it's been a while
But I've been scared to come home again
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You push to the limit
You're giving it your best
Working so hard everyday
You've been pulled through a wringer
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Once a week on Wednesday
She'd hurry out the door
Her Hefty Bags a bouncing as she ran
In her baby doll pajamas
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So you found out things were different
Than the way they seemed to be
You're eyes are slowly opening
But you're not sure you want to see
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