i'm seeing stars drowning in the ocean
and rainbows tangled into nooses
and burned out hope
i'm seeing wishes floating away
and never coming true
dead on arrival
but
but
but
there are stars blooming like flares
in the black
rainbows tearing apart the damning grey
to burst
joyfully
through
and hope
born again
every wish i've ever made
come true
i see the darkness trying
trying
trying to crush us
but
the light
i see the light triumphing
every time i look again
so look again
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