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Hold
fast to dreams For
if dreams die, Life
is a broken-winged bird, That
cannot fly. If
dreams are birds, Then
I’m an Eagle Graceful,
lovely, Regal. Flying
through the sky, High
overhead, Soaring,
flowing, Screaming,
diving. Should
my dream end, So
should my flight. Never
more to feel the wind, Free
upon my face. This
fear is what keeps me alive, The
fear of ending, Of
dreaming never more, To
sit among man without a way to escape. My
dreams are my escape, My
way to really live. It
is my way to be, All
that I want to be. Without
my dreams, My
life would be devoid, For
I cannot really live, Not
without dreams. Hold
fast to dreams, All
who hear, Hold
onto them, Your
dreams so dear. For
only in your dreams Can
you begin your journey, The
journey along Life’s
narrow way. Dreams
allow freedom, An
escape, A
way to get away from the pain, The
misery. If
dreams are birds, Them
I’m an Eagle, Graceful,
Lovely, Regal...
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