Who says the sky's the limit,
When there are handprints on the moon?
Who says we are what we are, and nothing less,
When we are the shadows of those around us?
Who says our clouds have silver linings,
When the rain poured long ago?
Who says one shouldn't rely on luck,
When our luck might be all we have left?
Who says we love ourselves as our neighbour,
When our neighbour ran the edge of the cliff, alone?
Who says we wear our hearts on our sleeves,
When love is worn as armour to hide the pain beneath?
Who says the sky's the limit,
When we are too scared to leave our ground?
Idkkk lolll i was boredddd
(also posted on tumblr)
