Floods did rage the land to death
Turning and taking everything on its way
To show her might and strength
Over anything with and out-of breath
But never would it cause to bend
The dream down my heart
The sun arrived on its turn
Blazing like a vengeful foe
To churn and char to ash
All that dare rise
But never would she cause to wither
The dream down my heart
Clouds covered the sky over
Hanging a haze the land over
No light from the horizon
Never again to lead the way
But nothing could chill the dream
Deep down my heart
The night then struck
Dark and dead
Not an inch could I move
Along my laid truck
But this too didn’t choke
A life off my dream
I hold high my heart
And wedge forth to tomorrow
For nothing stands in the way
Of the will of my dream
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