In a rush of a town crowd, we waste in sustenance of dreams
Dreams for dreamers and goals for seekers
Nothing seems to escape the measure of their beams
Condemned to servitude, we unbeknownst loosen with an implement for solitude
Time befall us all to lighten-up our dew
It's ok to be straight and true
Don't let yourself be hard on you
Because all that drama, will be a lost tale of just another face in the crowd
Unique, look at the glimmer of your shine!
Never bed the worries of how you are viewed, for by your premature coming you're skewed
Unapologetic, mount the sculpture of your trueness
Lest you seam into a fabric of a face in a crowd
Aspire your soul to satisfaction, Dream without justification
No matter how insignificant, for with a complete heart
You will never stand empty, but a just face in the crowd
2011
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