When everything you've dreamed at seems like it's just too awfully far, and the whispered voice of doubt has been ingrained in who you are, do not doubt the distance for it provides the time to grow, what would be the point of dreams if you could reach them in one go ?
Perhaps we ache for freedom, For the blue that's in our eye, And when we're gazing skywards, It's no wonder that we yearn, When part of what we're made of always wishes to return.
