Writers 
I started with a dream
And a heart that would not give up,
Wandering along the uncertain paths,
Participating in discovering a place where I belong.
The trip wasn't a simple one,
There were nights I was about to fall,
But each battle formed my soul,
Each scar had a tale to tell.
Today my head is a little above,
Having a fresh perspective on life,
But the soul that began this journey
Still life under the light.
I may have new sights to draw my gaze,I may have other aspirations,
New locations and larger plans,
But I still recall the beginning though,
Small steps, hands to help.
If successful, the image will change,
However, it should never affect the frame.
I shall see the light, I shall not be silent
The one who bore my name.
Make the heights higher,
Send out the vision to the ends of the earth.
I will be sure to keep my feet on the ground.
As I taught my dreams to fly.
I have become bigger, I am still I.
I have changed, my heart has not.
The road has been a source of progress to me,
But my history and heritage do still matter.
When you see me getting up,
Be not deceived, I am not a changed man.
It's the same soul ascending higher,
Faithful, faithful, true.
The same soul, higher heights,
Bigger dreams, brighter skies.
The road goes on and on,
But I never ceased to be.