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When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course.
When your dreams tire, they go underground and out of kindness that’s where they stay.
I adore this adventure, I adore working with youth. For me it’s a daily challenge, working to help these youths realize their dreams.
I’ll see you in my dreams.
All my dreams are coming true all across the board for some reason.
America allows us to be able to dream, then gives us the ability to achieve those dreams.
Wide awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true.
I appreciate everything that has been done for me. After a difficult start, I’ve just followed my dreams.
After all those days in the cotton fields, the dreams came true on a gold record on a piece of wood. It’s in my den where I can look at it every day. I wear it out lookin’ at it.
Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky.