Did you hear my plea?
It sounded something like an undesirable thing,
the kind of idea that gets buried or washed away under the weight of enormous doubt;
these are the sparks that get drowned out by the hands of those who don't want us to be extraordinary.
I wish you could have heard me then,
all the things that I'd said, and meant,
The kind of dream that you don't really remember,
because it's too good to be true.
So life, lift me up.
Take me by my feet and drag me to where I belong,
because you know better than I do where that is.
Or are you just another bully on the playground,
who thinks they know what's best for everyone but themselves?
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