there are others like us
out there… aching dreamers
like you and me, who've been
told it's too much…
we've been wrecked in our spirit.
but what if we could still believe in things.
beautiful things, untouchable things;
even the ones they told us not to.
what if we just chase them anyways.
i think we could touch them…
because i've got all this wildflower energy,
and i see your wildfires when you look at me,
and i love that way you smile like
wild defiance… i wanna bottle it up and
use it to fight off all my fears.
so let's leave doubt where it came from,
and let's run free under starlight,
and let's believe. so. much. that we
just can't be told different.
and then maybe… we could show the
others that there is still so much for
them to believe in too.
– butterflies rising