We all wake up with a dream
That we’re gonna make it.
We all wake up with a dream that we "have it."
We sometimes wake up without a dream
That we’re gonna make it,
but the passion that we feel
Stays longing...
No matter the obstacles
That pull and push,
We've kept falling.
Gravity knows our pain.
Of course, yes, but I'm not saying
We should embrace it.
Fragility becomes our core factor.
I'm not saying we'll never make it.
Just the way we take
X + Y = Z,
We can figure out that stability is the key.
But how can we figure that out
When you hit the ground
And feel the pain at the back of your spine?
Simple, and I'm here to let you know that.
The supine position gives us
The chance to see the sunrise.
Vividly picture God telling you,
"Son, rise!"
Up on your feet, stand tall,
Not on your toes.
As he comes and grabs a chair
And offers it to you.
"Take a seat!"
Comfortably see my flows
When I was holding you
In your highs and lows
And I assure you, I will
Never stop.
Sometimes you wake up without a dream.
I've kept it from you
For you not to scream,
Not the light in you to dim.
Sometimes you wake up without a dream.
I've held it close, a secret theme
For you to find your inner voice
And let your heart be your guiding choice.
Sometimes you wake up without a dream.
I've kept it hidden, a silent scheme
For you to see the world with fresh eyes
And watch your hopes rise high.
Sometimes you wake up without a dream.
I've been shaping it, a work of art unseen
For you to see it come to life
And know that I've been working through the night
And here I am telling you,
Not all dreams are meant to fade.
When you wake, you'll find a new path made,
Because some of the most beautiful truths begin
As whispers in the silence of the heart within.
I'm just a poet.
Remove "p," an "oat."
Nevertheless, a less shameful sinner
With a backpack full of my selfish needs.
With a heart full of contradictions,
A soul with unmet desires,
You wear your flaws like a badge,
And I am drawn to your fires.
And he comes and asks me.
"Son, what is your belief?
'Cause one thing's for sure
Is that bag won't give you support when you fall,
But engulf your filthy sins.
You let your spirit feed on your body instead of your body feeding on the spirit.
Son, I'm here right now
And am always here for you.
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 10:11 PM UTC
We all wake up with a dream
That we’re gonna make it.
We all wake up with a dream that we "have it."
We sometimes wake up without a dream
That we’re gonna make it,
but the passion that we feel
Stays longing...
No matter the obstacles
That pull and push,
We've kept falling.
Gravity knows our pain.
Of course, yes, but I'm not saying
We should embrace it.
Fragility becomes our core factor.
I'm not saying we'll never make it.
Just the way we take
X + Y = Z,
We can figure out that stability is the key.
But how can we figure that out
When you hit the ground
And feel the pain at the back of your spine?
Simple, and I'm here to let you know that.
The supine position gives us
The chance to see the sunrise.
Vividly picture God telling you,
"Son, rise!"
Up on your feet, stand tall,
Not on your toes.
As he comes and grabs a chair
And offers it to you.
"Take a seat!"
Comfortably see my flows
When I was holding you
In your highs and lows
And I assure you, I will
Never stop.
Sometimes you wake up without a dream.
I've kept it from you
For you not to scream,
Not the light in you to dim.
Sometimes you wake up without a dream.
I've held it close, a secret theme
For you to find your inner voice
And let your heart be your guiding choice.
Sometimes you wake up without a dream.
I've kept it hidden, a silent scheme
For you to see the world with fresh eyes
And watch your hopes rise high.
Sometimes you wake up without a dream.
I've been shaping it, a work of art unseen
For you to see it come to life
And know that I've been working through the night
And here I am telling you,
Not all dreams are meant to fade.
When you wake, you'll find a new path made,
Because some of the most beautiful truths begin
As whispers in the silence of the heart within.
I'm just a poet.
Remove "p," an "oat."
Nevertheless, a less shameful sinner
With a backpack full of my selfish needs.
With a heart full of contradictions,
A soul with unmet desires,
You wear your flaws like a badge,
And I am drawn to your fires.
And he comes and asks me.
"Son, what is your belief?
'Cause one thing's for sure
Is that bag won't give you support when you fall,
But engulf your filthy sins.
You let your spirit feed on your body instead of your body feeding on the spirit.
Son, I'm here right now
And am always here for you.
