Yesterday I Cried My Last tear and put all my hopes and dreams in a jar because somebody told me that i wouldn't make it very far. I crushed my desires and traded them in for a broken wing because what good is a bird that cannot fly. Last night i decided that there would be no more tears on my pillow and before i run out of time with or without my courage i will rise. with or without wings i will fly. As I stared at a faded dream outside my window i watched the rain fall from my windowpane. and my thoughts began to puzzled me... what good is life if theres no mistakes to learn from. as i watched the faded dream from my windowpane, it started to become a blur....no longer was i in shock by my very own depression that night there was no more tears on my pillow......and i was no longer just a faded dream i rised to my occasion and i chased my dream.