The clouds start to disperse in a syncronized drop.
A light blue blanket of sky tangles in no stop.
Only one flaw is shown, a burnt hole will shine.
Endurance to peek through, is the most delicate twine.
As intimidation of failure arises, please, take my hand.
Guide me to the sucess, to the green side of the land.
Stumbling words are bludgeoning me to a fragile infant.
Carry me out of this garbage can of deadly don'ts and can'ts.
Into the pores of a skin that's gone cold as stone.
A heart beats in rhythm and sings a meloncholy tune.
Piano playing politely along my home of a caccoon.
And when my wing breaks free, I can sketch you a dream.
Then, I will take your hand and guide you to my beam.