Let’s play a game:

Just take my hand

And breath in the flames.

Let’s cover some land,

And embrace all our pain.

Teach me how to fall,

And I’ll teach you to fly.

Break down all those walls,

And Stop asking why.

Just start walking,

And don’t ever look back.

Well keep talking,

For hours, until you lose track.

Just give me call,

And Slow down your pace.

Because After all,

We have all the time to waste.

So it’s okay to cry,

Even though it’s better to laugh.

It’s okay to stop by,

Even when it’s your final lap.

So let’s lie down in the grass,

And name every beautiful thing we see.

Let’s watch the time pass,

And feel the pain ease.

Let me fill you’re cupped hands with water.

Watch it drain through your fingers.

Reminding you you’re earth’s daughter,

and of the pain that still lingers.

Look in the mirror.

Do you recognise what you see?

Find something clearer.

Watch me fall to my knees.

But then you count your legs,

And feel your heart beat.

You take a good look at your hands:

they weren’t built for defeat.

It’s the most perfect feeling,

The kind that hits you when

You’re not quite finished healing,

But you’ll make it to the end.

So when you can’t stop believing,

That you cannot mend.

Just focus on that one feeling,

But over, and over, again.

And in your hand you’re clutching,

A rusted metal key.

When you realize what you’re touching,

You know what you have to be.

You’ve felt your heart stop beating,

Then start back up again.

You are too smart to keep repeating,

What you overcame back then.

Because your life series of moments,

And they grow, and improve as you do.

They’re filled with beauty, and happiness, and torment,

So be patient, and live them through.