God knows we need to sleep.
We’re rivers and birds, and trees.
God knows we need to dream.
Remember, we’re the breeze.
I walk with you alone
An empty street at night.
Where magic things are born.
Where dark creates the light.
This thing I hold the most
The dearest dream I have.
I’ve learned to let it go.
To grow from Earth like grass.
You’re somewhere here I sense,
Awake with no defense.
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