This poem is the story of my life
It is a messy one.
And I've shed tears of hope and strife.
Oh look, there goes another one.
When a person really cares
they'll do what'ere it takes
to acheave a life long goal--
they learn from their mistakes.
I'm reaching now, high above
into the cloudles sky
striving toward the goal and then
I'll watch the stars go by.
The dream of dreamers far and wide
is no great dream for me
for when one really dares to dream
the dream is true indeed.
My dream is not to live the dream
of the American
the dream is simple and is this:
to be a better man.
As I now hold with treambling hands
this little dream of mine
I wish upon my wishing star
to make me good and kind.