Don’t You

Don’t you tell me what my dreams should be. Don’t let me see you trying to make mine like yours. Dreams flow between a person and their God and you’ve got no business messin’ betwixt the two. Speak like you’re wise and be honest with me, that’s OK, but don’t you go deceivin’ my heart and condescending away my dreams. The Devil’s job is better left in his hands. Tell a bird it can’t fly and it sure won’t soar.

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