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we are the dreamers
the stars in our eyes and the universe painted on our ceiling
our palms held high towards the heavens
ready to grasp any inspiration God has to offer.

we pull the laces, remove our shoes
and allow Hell to singe our feet
just a little
to feel like we are human again
for we are invincible.

or so we think
because no matter how hard the wind beats against our faces
it will not be the cause of our wrinkles and
our bones and our heart will never fail us.

or so we think
for our hearts are crushed
when we find out what we thought was love
really isn't love.

and we fall
fall hard against the pavement
thinking that it is all over
but the heart knows how to heal
how to mend us back together
like magic.

the frail human's mind can't grasp forever
but love
love comes close enough
to what forever must feel like
what God must be like.