Monday, August 28, 2017

It was all in my Dreams... (THE VOICE)

I don't do this for vanity
More like trying to
maintain my Sanity
And find some sort of Validity.
More like my ultimate Fantasy..
Trying to make it reality.

My imagination runs over and..
Sometimes it haunts me
My dreams are filled with images...
Nothing means more to me

I don't do this by Choice
But I was given a Voice
A need to be heard
over the noise...
To stand for a cause
not just to hear some applause
But to open some doors

So your imagination runs over
And your mind roams freely
Your dreams are filled with images..
Nothing means more to me!


Copyright
Amaechi 2006

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