Handmade

By RAIN

Words, they're just words, these words, they float to me.
I close my eyes, close my mind and they come to me.

Mistakes and magick.

Here is the message that calls to me. Everything and anything.
Every night in the summer. Any night in the heat. I will
celebrate.

Recanting on past misery. Never aloud, these things I keep locked.
Instead I relish, I appreciate. My confidence is a flag. Every
beat of the wind proves how glad - I am, to be free.

Shackles abandoned, before they can be imagined. I know the
equation. Fair trade, my imagination, independence, freedom,
illumination - every aspect sewn, partake and live alone.

I sing, as you are there. Every exhale in hope for strength, every
misplaced extension of faith. Every hesitance to speak the truth,
for compassion's sake.

Open the window. Toss your thoughts in the wind. Every moment you
feel alone. Every thought you felt that was only, your own…

Here I am. Here we are. Listen to me. Set us free.

Just a song that was passed to me, through a dream. A dream of
preservation, a dream of all the things, I'm hesitant, to be... and
yet every day, I bury my heart... in all these dreams.

I believe.

RAIN