I like to imagine A world changed Without glass ceilings A system, rearranged I like to imagine Our daughters freed, From limitations That held you and me I like to imagine These aren’t dreams And the world may be Better than it seems

I like to imagine A world changed Without glass ceilings A system, rearranged I like to imagine Our daughters freed, From limitations That held you and me I like to imagine These aren’t dreams And the world may be Better than it seems
Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
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