Dream Life

                                              You may write me down in history      with your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt      But still, like dust, I'll rise        Does my sassiness upset you?     Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells      Pumping in my living room.     Just like moons and like suns,       With the certainty of tides,     Just like hopes springing high,               Still I'll rise.  Did you want to see me broken?    Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops.   Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you?    Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines   ...

                                          I don't know much about  how to label the things i feel. all i know is that when i look at the sky, i see freedom. when i look at the dirt, i see breakthrough. when i look at the ocean, i see serenity. and when i look at you, i see everything.