Dreams are like birds

Some people tell dreams no
I tell them yes, succeed, go
Some try to hold others back
But they always have something up their sack

Dreams are like birds
They don't come in thirds
Unless they're demolished
But I'll succeed in making them established

Dreams have wings
They make our souls rise and sing
With a purpose, we thirst to quench
That watches us from its bench

The bench that continues to drench
Our souls with that wrench
That instinct for survival
Our one source of revival

I won't wait and lean
'Cause I've seen
Many dreams' manifestation
I won't wait for confirmation
or need your consolidation

One day my dream will come
Some people will be shocked or angry, but not some
Happy will be my supporters
Yet another success over another encounter