The Dream Chaser
Everybody has a dream in which you can believe in, So just let your spirit run wild and free. Don't be afraid to be yourself because you can do anything. Life has its trouble as we all know so well, It doesn't matter because we are strong, It doesn't matter how rough things may get today, it can be dealt with we can cope. Don't ever let anyone trample on you, whenever you get the blues, Just let the past linger on amongst your mind for it is gone, memories are all that's left behind some are good and some are bad, but memories are all that we have. All you've got to do is to keep your spirits high, be sure to always look on the bright side Because you know as well as I that today's end Will soon fly bye, and tomorrow shall soon arrive Driving along from round the suns rear side, so keep your spirits high, let em fly, Just travel on in time being a dream chaser. Chase after your dreams, no matter how far away they may seem, For if you try the reward will be worth it someday, just wait and see. So keep your spirits high let em fly, Don't ever give up on love cause it can change everything Just keep your spirits high.
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