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?