We dream as kids,
What we want to become.
Firefighter, Doctor, Astronaut,
Our dreams taking flight.
As we grow older they evolve
Into something more real and what we can reach.
College, a family, the perfect job.
Friends, hope, love.
Its all the same the dreams we have,
Trying are hardest to fight for them
Sometimes those dreams don't come true.
What if everything is falling around us
And our dreams come apart,
Falling in pieces, fragments around us.
Can the Dreams Be Real then?
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