Monday, January 26, 2009

I can feel the music
I can taste the breeze
I can walk taller, even with scraped knees.

I can hear the silence
I can know the pain
I can see tomorrow, even with blind eyes.

I can dream higher
I can dive lower
I can hold tighter, even with no arms.

I can have thoughts
I can have dreams
I can have my own way, that's what she has taught me.

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