I feel like I've been dropped in the middle of the ocean,
with no hope of ever seeing another beautiful, human being. Grabbing for the edges that aren’t there feels so natural. Reaching for buoyant wooden planks when really, I glide my fingers through the deceptive weeds has turned into my muscles mend to memory. Every breath I take my dreams sink. Not this again. I don’t want to drown.
Life used to exist in Mars To think that A tiny shred of hope A seed planted in our mind Could make us dream Or make us blind To shake with fear Or to tremble and Cry
But I know I can be your wings And you mine Shake those shoddy feathers off Clear your thoughts from worry And trust me Fly
And even if you close your eyes To hide those beautiful stars Even if the shattering on the ground is too loud to bear I’ll be there So plant a seed Let it’s roots dig deep into your mind Have your hope grow A stalk to lift your thoughts through the Sky