he lets me dream
of song instead of sorrow
he lets me see
the light in the darkness of the deepest of waters
he lets me speak
of loving instead of hating on waiting
he lets me sing
aloud like there’s no one around
he picks me up
on the rainiest of days
through clouds hovering the sun
he builds me up
my ego like Lego,
he builds me a mountain of grassy snow-lands
he folds me down
when the day comes to close
and my thoughts still wide awake
stubbornly rejects the blankets
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