Hope's Door is a Glass Ceiling
I'm seeking a resurrection from a lonely glass grave.
In a hopeless state that no one can save.
The ground beneath me is warming up.
The soles of my feet are scaring but
Its so strange that I can't feel any pain
This heat is lifting me to the sky like
reverse effects of rain.
I'm fanning my arms because I don't want to die
But the ashes are forming wings on me and now I can fly.
The tomb is moving I'm not sure on what to do
I'm moving closer to the surface I think I'm going to burst through.
So I press and,,,
I push,,,
There's no turning back.
With one more thrust I can feel this glass ceiling,
CRRRAACCKK
Glass and dirt are falling to the fire-ry floor
Now I can finally see on the other side of Hope's Door.
Haaaayyyy!!!!
Take a look at me I'm free.
Flapping my wings that the fire designed for me.
Every thing that held me down is now in the below.
The sky is my stage and my flight is my show.
Rebirth from the fire but I still look down.
Searching for another trapped in the ground.
And if I see someone struggling to break free.
I wont hesitate to help them out because that used to be me.
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