Falling through the clouds or
Soaring through the shadows
This is just a little dream
That I invoke now and then
On those dark and weary days
When I can't pull my feet
From the hopeless earth below

When anything bright looks so far away
Like a distant mountain seen from
The backseat on a lonely road
When anything that sounds true is muffled
Like the waking scream from a nightmare
Of a little child who
Doesn't want to wake mommy and daddy

Most days I can't dance
I'd only step on someones foot
But some days I can soar
If I just close my eyes and see
The quiet before me
The little traces of other nows and whens
That live only in my little corner of reality

Hope may not always exist
But the clouds and shadows can still be there
In my mind, held tight and close
Ready for when they're needed
When the day is dark
And faith is even darker
When I feel the need to fly

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