Through the skies and through the breeze
It's petals levitating so smoothly
A master of arts in planning an escape
There it is flying away!!
I want to hide from from this cruel world ❤️🗺️
Today's tough, tomorrow tougher, the next days
My heart might be a closed book but maybe try to open it anyway?
You need to read this, my hero.
I found this letter from my old-self. This is for a hero.
It was a heavy handed helping, He was sure;