Tiny like a window,
my soul longs to be free,
my lungs are dying,
for fresh air to breathe.
My heart is wounded,
sad and torn apart,
waiting for the healing,
a touch from the stars.
Sitting by my bedside,
as I write down my thoughts,
praying for the dream I have,
if only to come true.
Silently wishing,
upon a star,
for you.
Open wide like a window,
My soul flys free,
my lungs are inhaling,
all the wind I can breathe.
My heart is bandaged,
taped together with love,
I have found the power,
from the moon shining up above.
Sitting by my bedside,
as I write down my thoughts,
thanking God for the dream,
that I had come true.
Silently I wished,
on a star,
and the star,
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I could see you sitting and writing. Loved it..Write on 
