A Difficult Dream
Sitting at the grand black piano,
Fingers flowing fluently over the keys,
Allowing the music to encourage me
To be the great man I want to be.
One lonely night, when playing some notes,
I felt a twinge, I felt a choke,
All I last saw was bright night lights,
My precious stars, my very last sight.
Awaking from blackness, I heard, not saw
A man sitting at the grand black piano
Fingers flowing fluently over the keys
The music was killing, drowning me.
I tried my hardest, I gave it my all
I couldn't get it right, I lost my cool,
My mind went blind, I went mad,
I'd lost everything I ever had.
Suddenly, a door opened, bold and clear
The door to my new life, I shed a tear.
Proud I was, to be who I am
I played my music, I excelled, I sang.
Now I made it, to be a guy
Who inspired people; I gave a sigh
To think when I was once able, able to see,
I'd never achieve without my disability.
Now there is never a star too hard to get,
Why not give yourself a target to set?
Maybe an obstacle that's giving you stress,
Will see you on your way,