Beautified




Could you read the blue sky?
Or watch the clouds cry?
If dream is something easy to follow,
My soul will be the one to borrow.


I realize when I'm hoping,
I'm lifting but not breathing
Walls and fences will not allow
I try but dont know how.


So I keep my feet on the ground
But I realized somehow
I'm just a sand beautified by you,
Beautified by you.


Could you please sent me higher?
Higher so I could stop hoping
More lifting with fine breathing


Could you read the blue sky?
Or watch the clouds cry?




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