selvin mcrae

(FEB 6 1975 / BLACK RIVER ST. ELIZABETH JAMAICA)

DREAMS OF LIFE


Dreams of Life
Written by Selvin ‘Ewan’ McRae

Walk the ladders confidently to the top
Until your dreams are accomplished
Sail diligently on top of the clouds
Making your dreams become reality

Stay focus holding a firm meditation
Let your dreams be your guide in your actions
Your dreams, if you are honest, pure and true
Will triumphantly and victoriously see you through

Your dreams can determine your life
Your dreams can inspire others life
Dreamers, a good dream is what makes life
Let your dreams be as the staff of life

Your dream is what you make of them
Rise to the occasion and reach for the stars
Life is like a roller coaster or a steep hill
Yet even though, the father has kept us filled

Submitted: Wednesday, December 02, 2009

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