Writers 
My dreams are the whispers of my soul.
That stirred me out of my sleep at night,
My inner voice, the voice of peace.
That reminds me to go for light.
But they are not mere fantasies,
More than dreams I've had in my head;
They are the seeds that have the potential to grow.
I can't get you to leave me alone.
During the time of the road is not clear:
The trip is too far, too long,
My purpose is in my dreams.
And fill my heart with strength.
They sound in my troubles,
By their speech they warn of danger,
That every setback is a set up for success,
Not because I should disappear, does this mean.
My dreams are the flames that flame,My dreams are the fires that burn,
The vision I can't turn a blind eye to,
Picture of the person.
I'm getting bigger and bigger.
I might not be able to see all the way,
But, I will walk step by step, however, with faith in my belief,
In every dream in my heart,In each dream in my mind,
Has a purpose with a wait.
So I will dream without limits,
Work with courage and believe,
In my dreams, in my heart,In my mind, in my soul,
Are the future I am meant to achieve.
My dreams don't just exist in my imagination,
I give them my soul's gentle call.
A reminder that I am made in God's image.Reminding me that I was created.
To be on my feet, to grow and to do my best.