death of a dream

Death of a Dream

Gotta put food on the table each day
I have a dream, my friends say no way
Have lots of children just have to pay
I got my dream carved out of me.

My Dad and Momma said I was too dumb
“Going to fail boy if you try until kingdom come”
Now I sit here starring at that bottle of rum
I got my dream carved out of me.

Today came another rejection
These people treat me like I’m some sort of infection
Sometimes I feel like I need a street corner injection
I got my dream carved out of me.

Another endless day on a dead-end job
Under the thumb of some toupee wearing blob
spits on my aspirations, slams the door and locks the knob.
I got my dream carved out of me.

Death of a dream, more soul killing than
death of a loved one, be it woman, child or man
Left me feeling like I just don’t give a damn
I got my dream, carved out of me.

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