
I have tasted and seen
And somehow it seems to me
That everything I've invested in
Has come back void
Deep inside I know
These hands were made to create
Not to destroy
The dream that sprouts
When flowers fade
And tell me, "You're no longer just a boy"
My feet are meant to take territory
Not for your futile slander
They will tell a story
Of where I've been and where I wander
I don't know what I'm doing
But I know it's real
You cannot defeat
The dream coming out of me

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