And maybe one day you will wake with roses in your hair
And stand beside a cliff with spirits wings upon your back.
And maybe you will call to God
And thunder will appear.
And maybe you will learn to breathe submerged beneath the sea.

And maybe one day you will bless a child with your smile.
And heal an open wound with barely heart
And touch alone.
And maybe you will answer to the whisper of the birds
And maybe you will see with eyes akin to psychic folk.

And maybe one day you will read a million winning tales
And eat a can of spinach finding you are now a giant.
And maybe jump to land upon the moon
And make a friend.
And maybe you will dream on end, expecting nothing less…


 
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