When she looks back I want her to see smiles
And a hand outstretched
Which threw her into something better
I want her to know that she can crumble but never be dissipated
That she can fall but never be swallowed up
By the contours of the cracks
In the sidewalk
Which lead her to something new
I want her to know that the tears that she cry will be fallen drops of rain
That silently collect dew in the morning
That all silence is not golden
And all words are powerful
She can take a breath and realize the air she breathes is polluted
But I know that when she breathes out it will be pure
Because by her lips a new era will be born again
She is the change
When she meets someone who makes her feel full
She knows she can easily feed herself
Happiness is not on the end of someone else
But on the end of following passion
She is the fire of a generation
That can realize when she doesn’t know what she wants
I want her to know that she can discover herself in others
That she can find what she needs in the juice that is squeezed from her labor
The labor of love that provides passion
Which fuels the engine of her existence
She is meant for so much more than what she knows
I want her to know all of this and that she is loved
So much that she cannot know the depths
Of the things I will do for her
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
When she looks back I want her to see smiles
And a hand outstretched
Which threw her into something better
I want her to know that she can crumble but never be dissipated
That she can fall but never be swallowed up
By the contours of the cracks
In the sidewalk
Which lead her to something new
I want her to know that the tears that she cry will be fallen drops of rain
That silently collect dew in the morning
That all silence is not golden
And all words are powerful
She can take a breath and realize the air she breathes is polluted
But I know that when she breathes out it will be pure
Because by her lips a new era will be born again
She is the change
When she meets someone who makes her feel full
She knows she can easily feed herself
Happiness is not on the end of someone else
But on the end of following passion
She is the fire of a generation
That can realize when she doesn’t know what she wants
I want her to know that she can discover herself in others
That she can find what she needs in the juice that is squeezed from her labor
The labor of love that provides passion
Which fuels the engine of her existence
She is meant for so much more than what she knows
I want her to know all of this and that she is loved
So much that she cannot know the depths
Of the things I will do for her
