When I was just a boy still owl-eyed,
I liked to drink the rain to taste the sky.
I tried to count the stars from in my bed
To keep the thoughts of monsters from my head.
I believed the stars were wishes,
I believed the world was good,
I believed things hid in the dark
And that all would turn out just how it should.
I believed in all your stories,
I believed you'd never lie,
I believed if I could climb the trees behind the house,
I'd touch the sky.
I believed the skies were doorways home.
-Radical Face