I can see you with clarity, after cleansing myself of me, these empty racks, waiting for me to shred the past, waiting for me to let go, so we can fly with the breath of today to create circles that regenerate. But vultures are waiting, enjoying my teardrops, their heart is fed from my salt, slavery of the soul, the flavor of wanting to let go that never comes, salty, unless vultures are freed from the need of my tears, so our flight can begin without fears. We can! We can fly after painting the beige skies with sunburst eyes where we'll dive into, flying, flying, let us be in peace. We can! But you can take me into your arms only if your your breath becomes the wind of love, you. We can encounter death, after realizing peace is not a treaty, but the consequence of truth. We can, just don't forget me as you paint with the wind; we paint with our breath the world paints the reality of love; as we love, as the world loves as we let go and fly free.
If you are hoping and working for a better world, don’t give up! When the world’s troubles seem too much, there is always an oasis inside your heart. If you don’t want to see the rainbow after the storm, perhaps you can, if you love. You could start with those who are kind and accept your love. Cry, if you need to, and by doing so, you might become stronger. Fly, and by doing so, use your love as the wind. Live, and by doing so, paint in the skies with the shooting stars of liberty. Just love.