I Had a Fighting Dream


When you're young you develop dreams,

but it's easy to expect a lot and think it'll come easy.

In reality those dreams become the little things,

and all the hard work causes you to get queasy.


Now you fight a battle that feels neverending.

The thing that saves you is that the results are still pending.

Even when you feel like the right choice is giving up,

the stress still overflows like a gallon in a one ounce cup.


Years from now youll be looking back, 

you will see the things you used to Lack.

Luckily for us, there is room for change, 

And it's up to ourselves to rearrange.


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