When you close your eyes, believe you can fly.
You can fly.
But only with closed eyes.
If then you shed a tear, believe you are clear.
You are clear.
But only if you tear.
Into the fire of your pier, where the blazing sun appears.
If you’re trembling inside, but speak as if alight.
You are alight.
In and out of sight.
And when you reach that height, you are bright.
You are bright.
But only without fright.
From the ashes of your fears, your own blazing sun appears.