i was told as long as i'm humble to be proud is allowed
be me rough, tidy or humble
what i have is what i get
i use to be folly for i seek in a basket of passing time
the real tragedy of tough times
some of us are not ready for tomorrow
i apply my verb action even though my mind is always in reset
the idea i hold,
i cherish it,
even when i'm being told how impossible it does appear
yeah sometimes it seems so to me too
but i'm nothing if i has no dream
love
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