my passions and dreams are what leads me today,
it's my dear mother that makes me stay.
her nagging and doubts pains me to keep,
but my heart burns a fire that comes in deep.
my passion to dance and sing and act,
to leave with nothing but clothes in my pack,
so I write this poem with my hopes held high,
for my limit to dream has reach the sky.
I know my passions are far out of reach,
but my heart to burn is somehting you can't teach.
So I write a poem, a phrase, a song,
in hopes my dreams are not far to long.
I wish with my heart on the morning star,
that this peom will take me so far.
My dreams are here, and my wishes too,
now the decision is up to you.