Grow.
Under the light of the sky.
By the words that never die.
By the lullabies that play inside your head.
Grow.
By the light of the moon.
By the wave monsoon.
Wash away those sorrows with dreams.
Grow.
By the chaos outside.
By the clatter of change.
By the words out of range,
That come in on the static glow.
Grow.
From under the blanket.
The shelter is safe.
By ignoring the strafe.
From the monsters down below.
About the Creator
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