I like to believe in wings and things
With cloaks and daggers and jeweled rings
And birds above on wind and air
Flying high and staying there
I want to believe in hopes that fly
Above our hearts into the sky
I need to believe in thoughts that soar
That buoy our hopes and make them roar
I hope to believe that stars that shine
Are reflecting eyes looking down in rhyme
With all our hopes and dreams it seems
They shine with love and care, they"re there.
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Drabble from a teenage girl. Also known as a tribute to my grandmother, who passed away when I was nine, and was inspiration for the last stanza.