Look to blue stained greys
Raise your eyes and see
A teetering balance
Between drops of rain
And clear, happy skies
Look between the clouds
See past reflections
And tricks of light
Beyond our skies
And to the stars
Hold your hand
Ground you close
As fears rise
Thrifting your own
Stifle cries
There are worlds
Beyond what you see
More than you can allow
I can't give you dreams
But show you the way
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
Look to blue stained greys
Raise your eyes and see
A teetering balance
Between drops of rain
And clear, happy skies
Look between the clouds
See past reflections
And tricks of light
Beyond our skies
And to the stars
Hold your hand
Ground you close
As fears rise
Thrifting your own
Stifle cries
There are worlds
Beyond what you see
More than you can allow
I can't give you dreams
But show you the way
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