There will be a day
When all your dreams come true
When you do what you love
And make it through

I wait for the day when I’ll see you at the top
Touring the world would become your full time job
When you’d inspire millions like you inspire me now
They’d look up to you and you’d take a bow

I look forward to holding your hand when you’re there
Each day, that’s something I ask from God in my prayers
You’ve the potential to change the world
Your life is more meaningful than you think
The art you make will make people re think
No matter where you are, we’ll always be in sync

There’s plans and there’s a vision
I’ll stand by you when you struggle the most
And when you make foolish decisions
You are filled with greatness
You are filled with excellence
You’ve what it takes to make the world a better place

I believe in you more than you believe in yourself
I’ll be your guiding light on your darkest days
I’ll be your faith in every phase
I’ll show you how beautiful you are
And that you can shine brighter than any star
When you lose faith, I’ll hand you your guitar
Ask you to sing, and I’ll be your radar
Put all your problems on my shoulders
Now when we are young and when we’ll be older

I want you become the best you
And show the world how it’s done
I want all your dreams to come true
But every now and then, make sure to make a home run

"I want to be a boxer" he said
Stomping his foot, his face red.
Angry at God for not making it happen
Now! Before his resolve does slacken

"I've got the skills for it." he whines
He neglects his practice half the time
He doesn't realise, it seems,
The difference between a hobby and a dream

"I've won many a fight!" he shouts
Those brawls with friends don't really count.
He did once won the junior championship
And into each conversation, he lets that slip.

"I can make it!" he says, His gloats, incessant
His actions, childish, His views, arrogant.
“Life’s so unfair!” he always cries
Though with all his heart, he never tries

He’s chasing the rush of winning a battle
But at the thought of war, his courage rattles
“If only I could follow my dream…” he muses  
One day perhaps he’ll run out of excuses

His wistful eyes gaze at boxing rings,
Lost in the visions of glory they bring.
“It’s my calling.” He brags, unable to see
The clear path leading him to his “destiny”

On self -made hurdles, he always trips.
It seems on reality he’s losing his grip.
In this mind, there is ample confusion
On the difference between a dream and delusion

As time passes, one day it’ll be clear
That all that stopped him was his own fear
But until then, he lets the truth be unheard
For isn’t it easier to keep blaming the world?

After awhile you realise
In the end, its just you
All those times spent mean nothing
Those human priorities  
That meant so much to you
They feel nothing for you
Its all about what's in your wallet
No care of the feelings that stay hidden
Within the deep dark quarters of your heart

In the end
It's up to you to do what you must
To reach those dreams you dreamt
All those years on a tears ridden bed
People will use up all your life source
A simple recharge for their own
You have to step up and stop
Stop the unconditional love

It's time
They knew your worth
It's time they feared your power
The strength and talent that resides inside
One you forgot you had for years
It waits to be called upon
To rise up and rebuild yourself

You deserve all you dreamt of
And with a sprinkle of self belief
And a splash of courage
Those dreams will finally
Merge into the fabric of time
And transform into a reality
One you worked your body to death for
The one you were destined for.

I can't quit it
I can't forget it
I'll admit it
I've been at if for a minute
Playing a game and trying to win it
No matter how I spin it
This is who I am
Without any plan
This is the man
That through it all emerged
After traveling a road that diverged
My demons have been purged
These paths are not paved in gold
Though I walk through the cold
It all seems so old
For every time I fell
For every story I tell
For every single hell
I struggled to make it through
It was all that I could do
To come out as someone new
A few more tears a few more scars
Yet I am still gazing at stars
Daydreaming of things so bizarre
An image in my head a smile on my face
My troubles all vanish without a trace
Knowing all the while that this is my place
I have been broken, beaten, and burned
In all of this I have learned
Love is not given it is earned

Scratch yourself until you patch yourself
Break  yourself  until you make  yourself