I use to think I was the only one
But I know am not
There is a voice that calls to some of us
From somewhere deep inside.
The voice that will never give us ‘peace’,
Until at least we’ve tried
To catch the bright elusive star,
Though foolish it may seem
To those not driven as we are
To still hold on to our dreams
That voice keep us hanging on
When others would have given up,
When all but hope is gone.
When sometimes even hope grows dim
And casts its faintest beam,
we wonder if it’s worth it all
To hold on to a dream.
And then That voice deep inside of us
Says to us
that other cannot know……
It’s not just thoughts of fame or wealth
‘The chances has just began’,
The best score hasn’t made yet
The best books hasn’t been written
The best song hasn’t been sung
The best house hasn’t been planned
The mightiest river aren’t spanned
And that we must not let go our dreams.
If only we can persevere
Someday our star will gleam!
And they will know why we had to try
To hold on to our dream,
Regardless the coal flowing through our veins
Aaron A. T