His Dream

Album: Asleep in the Bread Aisle (2009)
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  • He leans back from his desk, rubs the back of his neck
    The stress takes effect, grips the bridge of his nose
    Squints while he's showin' emotion he normally won't
    At fifty six, he re-evaluates, possibly regrettin'
    Some decisions that he's made

    Black is turnin' gray, patches of his age
    Reflectin' from the glasses, a pass of every page
    Passionately day reads, readin' on occasion
    Dreamin' of the day when he could do the same thing

    He's always wanted to write, that's all he's wanted in life
    With two daughters, a son and a remarkable wife
    He's in a bind, he's has to provide
    A family is relyin' on a Milli to survive

    His father died at fifty six
    So he's well aware how vital a father figure is
    How big of a responsibility it is
    To be a good husband and care for your kids
    Never miss an event, helpin' them with homework
    Discipline to prevent things when they're older

    His only son is only twenty one
    And focus as a poet has only just begun
    Papa isn't dumb, he understands what this means
    His dream is my dream, my dream is his dream

    I close my eyes and I can see his dream
    The sacrifices he made for me, his dream
    Put it aside for his family, his dream
    Yeah, so I'ma keep it alive, yeah

    And so he targeted to be the dream guardian
    Guardin' it from anythin' and anyone who's harmin' it
    But in his heart he knows the hardest thing about it is
    Givin' up on his dream to be all about his kids

    As he kisses the lips of the Mrs
    For twenty four years, goin' on the twenty fifth
    He thinks to himself, this alone is the wealth
    That's greater then what's bought
    And that's sold on the shelf

    Sometimes a dream is all that we have
    We have to continue to dream
    'Cause once it is lost amongst other thoughts
    Then what really are we? What are we?

    I close my eyes and I can see his dream
    The sacrifices he made for me, his dream
    Put it aside for his family, his dream
    Yeah, so I'ma keep it alive, yeah

    So he sits back at his desk
    Crackin' his knuckles and back of his neck
    Faxin' a paper displayin' his name
    On another application explainin' the main

    Things they should know but the things that they don't
    All the things that distinguish him as an adult
    And over the phone he can never expose
    The roll that he chose, the roll in his home

    And at home he is a leader, a father
    He'll prove it by usin' his son and his daughters
    In their life he'll be playin' the part of
    The one who inspires, the one we admire

    His only son is only twenty one
    And focus as a poet has only just begun
    Papa isn't dumb, he understands what this means
    His dream is my dream, my dream is his dream

    I close my eyes and I can see his dream
    The sacrifices he made for me, his dream
    Put it aside for his family, his dream
    Yeah, so I'ma keep it alive, yeah
    Writer/s: ASHER PAUL ROTH, MIGUEL JONTEL PIMENTEL, OREN YOEL KLEINMAN
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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