As I gaze upon the windy sky…
I see in the breeze…
My dreams yet to be caught…
And as I reach…
I wonder of reasons…
Why the heart breaks…
Why do we fall…
What compels us to reach at all…
The essence of being…
Swallowing us whole…
Like the stars in the night…
Filling the sky…
All so bright as they twinkle their light…
Filling my soul, each one a dream…
So many to catch, so many I see…
Standing alone under those stars…
They begin to speak…
Touching my heart…
One of them says I am strength…
Another one says I am courage…
And yet another one says I am wisdom…
The fourth star said I am forgiveness…
And all through the night each star directed me…
Twinkling bright and giving me advice…
Showing me the reasons why we reach…
The last star of the night that spoke to me said I am love…
And upon waking the next morning…
A warmth of happiness rushed through my heart…
The universe became mine…
Each dream within reach…
No more borders…
No more limits…
No more falling…
Only rising with strength…
With courage, and with love through the adversity of it all…
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I open my hand and let you in… / Yet I feel like I’m hiding the man within… / I ask you to see me… / Help me to be free… / Running from past… / Running from you… / Running from me and wh…
I stand naked before you… / The laughter echoes… / From the shadows I see judgment… / The fear that grips me… / The prevailing wasteland… / That you yourself do not see… / Blinded by shame…
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