We can’t go back,
But we can celebrate it still,
Say all the words we wished to hear:
It’s never too late.
In my dreams, you are there,
All golden and triumphant,
With your proud smile
And lion heart.
Every morning,
I wake up to my hand grasping stars
And I pull them close to me
So I can feel their heartbeat.
That’s how wishes come true.
Go on, run!
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