when i think about the dreams that die
a singal tear falls from my eye
working hard but going nowhere
wondering what all is out there
some say it's in me to be a poet
i guess thats true but i don't know it
i put my heart into a pen
so i dont go out a commit a sin
so every night
i'll take time to write
to do whats right
and fight for the sight unckouded by rage
feeling trapped in side a cage
not knowing how to act my own age
so if you see me walking by
and wonder why i just don;'t fly
just think about those dreams that have died
and feel the tear fall from your eye