When I get where I’m going;
The world would stare in surprise, and wonder how I made it that far.
They’ll embrace me with open arms and loving hearts;
No doubt, some will hate.
When I get where I’m going;
Friends I couldn’t find on my way will find their way into my life without an invitation or a GPS,
Yes!… They’ll blow trumpets to the hearing of everyone…
He and I go way back.
When I get where I’m going;
I’ll raise my head way up in the skies,
And with a clenched fist, I’ll say a big shout-out to my haters, back-biters, bloodsuckers and dream killers… for they made me who I’ve become;
Without them, there will be no me.
When I get where I’m going;
I’ll sing a song… a beautiful love song,
A melody for everyone who supported my dream:
The ones that gave me a push when the climb was tough,
The ones that kept holding me up, when all I wanted to do was climb down.
I’ll take a bow and say… Thank you!
When I get where I’m going;
I’ll shed tears;
Tears I kept for every pain and hurt I had to go through,
Tears I gathered for everyone who told me my chances were bleak,
No! That wasn’t sweet, but I had to embrace the pain like it had no stain.
When I get where I’m going;
I’ll take a moment to say a prayer;
A prayer for everyone out there with a dream;
The underdogs: the small pegs with no holes to fit in,
The ambitious: the ones that dare to be different,
The stupid: those that risk it all to win it all;
I’d say; keep pushing and never give up.
For the harder the battle, the sweeter the victory.
–Clem
