Dream Of A Little Girl...

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

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Life becomes 'a broken-winged bird that can not fly' when the envious do everything to steal your dreams - it's not that you can not fly - you're simply not allowed to very often for your nationality, for the prejudice which twists the real you... Dreams get born in your heart and grow in time, so you don't have to hold fast' to them...Let grow your dreams and reach for them in the right time and place regardless what others will think about it...