They say the pen is mightier than the sword

but then why are we the outcasts?

Why are we the forgotten the repressed?

Why are we so scared to share our dreams

to shout them to the world

and let them be heard in the stars?

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They keep us down with a sword formed of words

of malice cruelty insults mocking taunts

What is wrong with being different?

I am proud of it

So why am I hiding

writing this in the corner of my room

posting it anonymously

hoping that somewhere someone would read it?

Where is the power the strength the courage in that?

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For the pen is mightier than the sword

and aren’t we all people of the pen?

We are different we are unique

We are those who believe in the beauty of dreams

and have felt the joy of writing

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Why then are we afraid?

When we too can fight

with weapons of ink and paper

weapons of our minds our dreams

our hopes our wishes

Why strive to fit in

when we can be something special?

When together we have the power to change the world

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We are a nation of dreamers

hiding mocked and repressed sometimes hated

But we are also envied

for we have freedom they do not have

The freedom to dream to hope to wish

upon shiny coins and wishing wells on shooting stars

on anything that can bear a wish

For no matter how much they fight with their swords of insults

no matter how much they try to break our spirit

We are free

for we will always have our dreams

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So if your reading this

no matter where you are

Know that you are not alone

that their are others who are different

their are others fighting to hang on to hope

Know that you are never to old for stories

for we make fantasy into reality

We are free

for we are dreamers