Don't let them convince you
you've lost your inner child
when your eyes won't smile
it's not design that needs to change.
Don't use their heavy brushes
you weren't meant to hold those
you weren't meant to control all
you know better ways to paint.
They can't take what you own
so they drain you to sleep
where you fight all of their dragons
and forget all of your dreams.
It takes one tune to wake
it takes one to cut the game
use your trigger now
to outsmart the pain.
You're not standing in the shadows
you've always been home
you're lighter than a fire
and a dear friend of storm.
Us creatures don't need wings
it's a myth to make us blue
to keep you from the skies
that belong to you.
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The entrusted sword by Ilse Kleyn |
