
09-06-2008, 10:41 PM
I want you to believe,
that you can fly,
that the sky,
is still in your reach,
and you can hold the sun,
on your fingertip,
and touch the lip,
of the immortal moon.
I want you to believe,
that the sky is all around us,
and you've filled your lungs,
with magic from the clouds.
Dream here in the sky with me,
and let me tell you a little story,
of times when all were found worthy,
to fly the skies within the magic.
And all I wanted to do,
was help you to believe,
that all these things you see,
are not illusions,
the truth you've lived with all your life,
is just part of the eternal sky,
where spirits go home to fly,
and I wanted you to believe,
you too can fly these skies,
and hope, always hope.
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oh so long ago,
I wrote this on a day,
when I dreamed about the future,
and never let it stay.
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