Dreams lined up like cocaine
Ready to blow away with the wind
I set my hopes so sky high
Just to see them fall again
And again and again
Disappointment's so routine
Damned with a curse of endless tears
I cry my eyes out squeaky clean
And I lose, though I refuse
To let failure be a choice
Even if it seems like all the time
That weakness is the only voice
That I hear and it's so clear
Saying I belong right here
But instead I choose to rise
Above all of this and that
Got nothing in my sight
But all of hell is at my back
And so still I face the challenges
Of today and next week
With overflowing red river eyes
Still, I have a dream