Why am i still living,
If i cant fulfill what i perceiving,
Why am i still pretending,
Since its time to start repenting;
But I still perceive, still i Dream,
And no one in the world hears my scream;
Never am i gona lay my hand on,
The might sword of a Paladin or,
The holy lamp of Aladdin;
Nothing is gona stand for me,
When i have nothing left for me;
I need to be brave,
Or else i am gona feel my grave;
This world is full of Misery,
Every where there is treachery,
And still i dream,
Still i scream;
My life is full of treason,
But where is the reason,
My failures are always beaming,
But i am still dreaming;
Dreams are what i am made of,
So i always just fade off,
But stilll i am a dreamer,
And one day Thy shall be an Achiever;
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