
Take me away, take me away,
on this pleasantly rainy day.
Let me soar through the serene sky,
so that I may feel very much alive.
Allow me to float higher and higher,
in hopes that my heart will burn brighter.
Like an unlit candle that sparked a dying flame,
my life would eventually do the same.
Unless I was to find a way inside—
inside the maze of my troubled mind—
and create such vastly beautiful art,
so that I may keep alive my beating heart.
Each beat would dance to the melody
of the pitter-patter of a rainy memory.
That memory would become my life,
and in turn, it would allow me to fly.