When I get where I’m going; The world will stare in surprise and wonder how I made it this 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 up in the skies, And with a clinched fist, I’ll say a big shout-out to my haters, back biters, blood suckers 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 that told me my chances were bleak, No! That wasn’t sweet, but I had to embrace the pain like it has 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 different, The stupid: those that risk it all to win it all; I’d say; keep pushing and never ever give up For the harder the battle, the sweeter the victory.