I've always been
Just a little on the outside of my head.
My mind deceives and eyes perceive
Beauty from within.
Am I meant for more?
Dare I grow young?
Somehow the questions of the world
Seem to succumb
To tranquil slumber underneath a giant tree While fireflies fill the night sky.
This is not me.
I am a million stars seen through willow leaves And arms stretched out vertically into space
To embrace you, my home.
Man made wings.
Made of wax and love,
And flying toward the sun.
And, as I lay, burning, on unforgiving ground, Do I leap or drown?
This is not me.
I am a million stars seen through willow leaves And arms stretched out vertically into space
To embrace you, my home.
Never alone,
The dark surrenders soon to light-kissed thrones.
And there we will sit until we grow old
Or the day we become free.
This is not me.
I am a million stars seen through willow leaves And arms stretched out vertically into space
To embrace you, my home.

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