The dream dangled on a leash before us
We braved ourselves to catch it...
So difficult was the chase, but our hope kept us going
The wind against us mattered not
We turned a blind eye to our doubters
We sang songs of hope when the wounds failed to heal
The echoes of celebration distracted us not
We saw others finally catch the dream
We sometimes helped others catch theirs
The more we chased the more we believed...
we only realized the carrot was on a stick when the stopped to strach the blisters on our feet as we walked
© Echoesoftheheart