When life happens,
You think of your dreams.
Those dreams of splendour,
inspired by magnificent desires.
Great goals to achieve, that
And rising to the ladder top,
Of glory, and shinning down
On all who are below,
Like a king in majesty.
When life comes in the way,
What can sway it away?
Who can tell it to go away?
It makes family shun your dreams.
They hate you for the light they see in you.
They despise that you are favoured.
They are fearful you are a rising star.
Those closest to you are jealous.
They ponder and wonder and shudder,
boiling in hateful stews,
that kill all filial bonds of love.
You see yourself as a rainbow in the sky
Dressed in robes of many dazzling colours
You were being singled out over others.
You have enjoyed unique favour,
That ignited a hidden fire.
Soon the flames blaze around you.
The heat wakes you.
It’s no dream.
You are in a pit -
Dark, steep, deep and gloomy.
Your cries elicit hateful laughter.
You are not a dreamer,
You are a slave,
In a foreign land.
Those dreams, were they lies?
Now you are a servant.
It doesn’t get better.
You are a prisoner.
You stop counting the rolling years.
Your family is a dream.
Your life in Canaan is a dream.
You believe it’s all a nightmare,
You will wake up from.
You become a dream interpreter -
What an irony!
Your dreams landed you in prison!
It was a dream that freed you from prison!
It was a dream that shot you up,
To the position of prime minister,
It was a dream that brought reconciliation
With your Canaan family.
It was a dream that made you a saviour