I remembered I went and read to her
Her Cinderella stories that ruined my mind
But made hers fly

I believed 
My presence, my words, my faith
Held power

I was taught to believe,
And I damn well believed
Their poison would bring her back

She’d remember 
Wake up
And fly back to me

A whisper to me in the mid of Night
Made my feet fly

I believed
I knew that this faith 
Held power

Out the door
To his side
To tell of The story

How we need not fear
He’ll wake up
He’ll fly back to us

In each moment
It is said 
Possibility lives, breathes and flies

I must play The Realist 
And tell the Story
That holds power

You can’t claim
A single truth
Unless you first Believe

To you then, license inures 
Hope wakes up
And flies back to you

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