My dream is to give you hope and see you achieve.
My end points to holding up the weak when on his own he can no longer stand,
to lifting up the crushed,
uncrumpling his dreams,
smoothing the creases,
and put them back in his hands.
I am here to cast light in her darkness,
plant joy in the trampled garden of her heart
and wash her feet clean of the muck of disparagement
because without foot prints there can be no record of the past that lies behind.
My arms wax strong to do the duty of a soldier and bring you from the field,
cleanse your wounds and bind them, without any I told you so's.
I won't sit back and watch you die.
or let the hatred crush you,
or stand by while, with an evil smile, the blows of Satan strike you.
I refuse to be removed and still,
and let what was become what will.
I refuse to let you die.
Give me your hand,
get up on your feet.
I will carry you if I have to.
I have a dream
and it is for you: to give you
hope
and see you achieve.
But more than this:
I have a dream
and it is for you: to give you
this hope
and see you believe.
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