you bought me out of the sack,
the sack of strange illusions,
the illusions my eyes behold,
through a sight so new, untold.
its you who taught me the shoelace,
when I fell a billion times,
with a few tears and a broken chin,
you kept your finger on my lip,and I earned back my grin.
And remember when I fell short of my flag,
you lent me strength, you lent me legs,
so I could grab my pieces back in a frame,
and run to win, to win it for you.
A mutual dream we have,
its to grab the sky with wings,
the difference is just that my flight,
is through your close held string.
