I am

Nothing but a man living anonymous
A dreamer somewhat out of place
Nothing grand I stand synonymous
Just a moment, in some forgotten space

What the world is full of
Far and in between
A firm believer in the word love
In a world which is tearing at its last seam

A dying breed
Incapable of rising to the occasion
Bruised and bleed
And will not alter from this persuasion

A firm believer still
Unable to let go
Capable of more because of sheer will
Seeing the goal beyond the marshes of woe

Now the time will come
So long to my childish fear
In the gutter but not about to succumb
Letting a smile kiss the tear

Nothing without you
Meaningless is each day
Alive and believing this is true
Time to accomplish dreams, finding a way