i never planned to be
what they made me be
i always had a goal to be
what i dreamed i'd always be

the dreams that pass my mind i hold
closer than mothers loving hold
upon her first born sent to hold
protection that his country hold

standing far from all my dreams
i dream my dreams aren't only dreams
that dreamers dream like normal dreams
thats' nothing more than only dreams

my heart is in another time
i feel like i don't have the time
to satisfy my goals this time
the only thing that tells' is time

but who's to say i'm destined goals
which i planned all my life, these goals
are only dreams, so are they goals
or am i confused to what's a goal

all i know is i feel trapped
in clothing wrapped in patches, trapped
by rules and regulations, trapped
by people retaliating...

only in hopes to save a nation
but do the nation require saving
or is it just the people who behold dreams sometimes, congested with goals,
trapping themselves in a nation which requires saving...

i play my part
i see the ups and downs
i see the corners, all around, the cellings and the grounds...

it's hard to be in my shoes... taken away from family and dreams just
to play in these shoes...
it's a job somebody has to do...

but why me?...

did i really envision this form of imprisonment as a solution to my
predictiments...
this is a funny world that i am living in...
but the world isn't laughing when i'm defending it...
instead it's putting my face on the news with spit in it...

i never felt so deprived
sometimes i wonder if i'd make to my family alive... and all the things
i planned to do with my life..
i wonder will i ever see those days, completing my goals, i wonder will i
ever get to the road

where i want to travel...
but all i find is gravel under my feet...
no stability...
this life ain't for me...
i got to go...
i have so much left to do, and why should i be the one doing what i do when
i feel so unappreciated by you...
 
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