Treasure Island

Joseph Walls

(July 3,1979 / Springfield)

Follow Your Dreams


I get inspiration by looking into your eyes
I can do all for that's no lie
I can write on many topics of poetry
I can write for everyone to see
Your my strength so I won't fall
With you on my side I can do all
I feel like I can take on the world
Follow your dreams, They are beyond the door
Don't have a negative thought in your head
Don't allow people to make you feel like your dead
You have a talent to write
What you have to do is put up a fight
And allow your dreams to come true
With everything that you have to do
Is follow your heart
Writeing is in your blood just from the start
Follow your dreams in all you do
For it is something that is so true

Submitted: Tuesday, September 23, 2008

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