I’ll Always Follow My Dream

People keep on telling me that
I am not good enough
They always gossip about me
They are always laughing me at all times
But no matter what
I’ll always follow my dream

Even though the doors may be closed
In front of my eyes
I’ll keep on doing what I like
I’ll follow my dream

People underestimate me
They underestimate the power of a young girl

They speak about me as if am not alive
They speak about me as if am not a human

They keep on saying that am weird
But am not
I’ll never loose my confidence
I’ll always follow my dream

Even though the stars may fall
The moon may fall
The world becomes dark
I’ll keep on doing what I love
I’ll always follow my dream

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