When I was a young boy
I had visions of fame
They were wild, they were free, they were blessed with my name
And then I grew older
I saw what's to see
That the world is full of pain
And my dreams they left me
And I got stronger
And tired of the pain
That's when I picked up the pieces
And I regained my name
And I fought hard y'all
To carve out my place
And right now you look at me
And it all seems in vain
1 comment:
40 years!
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