Paper lights up in the sky.
The heart of mine they light and die.
Of little fear, of fantasies.
And hope of possibilities.
Of candles burning self to light.
Of heroes with a little might.
My angels and my melodies.
Just sing with me to an endless dream.
On the road that leads to you.
[Be]neath this sky without a moon.
Into a land of calling hues.
And a day that’s beautiful.
Of rainbows and of stormy seas.
The canopies amidst the breeze.
Let me walk besides you.
By these paper lights so true.
Is it me or is it you.
Or is it just my heart being true.
Or is it the dandelions out.
To chase them once they whisper loud.
To land beyond the horizon.
To the silence of the ocean.
The ends of mazes I can find.
If I walk with you, your hand in mine.
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