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Dream On

Can I advance to writing songs?? Please, comment and let me know. 




I feel like an empty vessel, hun;
I can't make any more Kessel runs.
The weight feels too much on my trestle, Mum.
I tried to nestle myself rather than have fun.

But I don't wanna feel like this anymore;
I have dreams to live that I adore.
I wanna stay afloat and reach the shore-
My life can't be a sad lore.

So, baby girl just move on (move on),
Throw these bags,
And get your groove on (groove on).
After every dusk, there is a new dawn;
Burn like the sun but still dream on.
Dream On...

I feel like I lost my Babylon;
I wish I could feel like an Amazon,
So, I could fight these Megalodons-
Anything is better to do than babble on.

Yeah, I don't wanna feel like this anymore;
I have dreams to live that I adore.
I wanna stay afloat and reach the shore-
My life can't be a sad lore.

So, baby girl just move on (move on),
Throw these bags,
And get your groove on (groove on).
After every dusk, there is a new dawn;
Burn like the sun but still dream on.
Dream On...



~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse




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