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Dec 2011
They bound me,
true me.
I'll risk the battle.
Strategy,
that's what I have.
Won't back down,
need these freedom,
need this feeling.
It's not ashamed.
It'll be good to escape.
Just even a touch,
the sky won't burst into shimmering little stars,
if I make the break,
into what I call my freedom.
Just let me be,
and you will see.
Just wait and see.
Oh, please.
That's what they say.
You're never going to get your way.
Scoff all you want.
I dream big.
Big is all I dream for.
Don't aim low.
I aim towards the sky,
hoping that I,
will get to touch it one day.
Silver Dreams
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Silver Dreams
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   Mutulu Kafele
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