Set me free, just let me fall through the sky
let me live, even if it means i die
there’s a light in the distance, but it’s hard to see
and i don’t know if it’s heaven or it’s hunting me.

I get up,
Just to fall,
And get up again,
And then just fall.

The morning hums a gentle tune,
dew still clings where night was strewn.
A sparrow writes across the air,
its wings a brush, its song a prayer.

The sun climbs slow, with golden hands,
unfolding light across the lands.
Shadows shrink, yet softly stay,
teaching night must give to day.

We rise, we fall, like tides at sea,
yet every dawn rewrites the key
a chance to sing, to dream, to try,
beneath this vast forgiving sky.

She was the dusk sky
bruised with shadows, yet carrying the promise of stars.
The world called it nightfall,
but I knew it was her way of hiding the sun she once was.

She was a river split by stones,
yet she kept flowing,
carving her own map through walls that tried to hold her still.

Some dreams don’t fade when you wake, they bloom quietly in your heart, turning blush into happiness every time the universe reminds you of them.

The dragonfly hovers,
born of storm-fed ponds,
its wings catch sunlight
where shadows once drowned.

It teaches—
from fleeting rain
can rise
a life of light.

It doesn't matter
How deep the water is if
You're drowning in it