For you my friend back home
We are not so little anymore, actually
Us, and our big dreams
That might surpass our capabilities
But we are both pushing it
Until we reach the limit
Our doors crack
Escaping lights to things darkened
But they are hard to break open
We push and push some more
And they budge a little
Sometimes we forgot why are we pushing hard
In doubt and desperation, we break our brittle hearts
Peeking from my window
I imagine her, peeking through hers
Twenty somewhat years in our bags
Twenty thousand miles, we both lag
But I still remember
And it somehow makes some things easier
Because her words and prayer
Her spirit and fire
They count... a lot...
So, my friend, be merry
Exactly like how your parents wanted you to be
I can't say if we're both going to break in
But when we are both done fiddling with our doors
Let's look up a bit
And know that He is bigger than our dreams
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