It all began with some kind of plan
You do it all the best you can
And grow from boyhood into man,
But don’t take it from me.
Dreams are grown in baskets of hope
As you climb life’s slippery slope
And when times get hard you try to cope,
But don’t take it from me.
Reaching for things that glisten like gold
You try to grasp what you’ve been told
So you can get there before you’re old,
But don’t take it from me.
Dreams and things, they come and go
Getting tossed to and fro
By all the things you just don’t know,
But don’t take it from me.
Sometimes caught in pockets of fear
You cannot see and do not hear
The simple things that make it clear,
But don’t take it from me.
Strength comes from hope to carry on
Through blockades your mind has spawned
To know this night will have a dawn,
But don’t take it from me.
Things may not go as drawn and planned
Such is the plight of beast and man
It’s all just lines drawn in the sand,
But don’t take it from me.
As for me I will adapt
Cause that is what my soul is apt
Even when it goes to crap,
So don’t take it from me.
The pain in life I will survive
And savor the days I’m still alive
Finding peace from deep inside,
And you can’t take it from me.
Through some trials I may not be strong
And some choices may be wrong,
But I still sing the fighting song,
You won’t take it from me.
So take my dreams and all my things
And put me in the boxing rings
But I will still be answering,
Come get it from me!
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