To You, You Beat In My Chest And Remind Me Of Stained Glass. You Are My Beautiful Thing.
Float on wings made of glass,
With tiny cracks between the specks of gold.
I hope as you fly you remind them of all the times they tried to pull you down from your sky scraper.
Scraped knees and chapped lips never looked as good as that summer.
That summer when we soared above it all.
I colored you white like daisies and dipped you in vats of glitter.
You were my emerald dream, my lighthouse in my dark seas.
Remember all the ways they shouted and turn those to songs.
I love to sing in the car so much I lost my voice but
I can still sing higher than their hopes.
Do you remember the things we have endured?
The gloomy nights I created stories to keep me company in my brain.
I locked them in silver boxes and we laughed.
We laughed because they were sadder than I would ever be.
Cling to your balloon string and sail far away from here.
I want you to be safe.
You are my work of art, my constant masterpiece.
Remember all the things they said we couldn't be.
Remember all the things that we are.