Rise

On a cold winter night, when the light was long gone, a little dream kept hanging on. Its voice was so faint, that it was almost unheard by everybody. In the darkest corner of a street, someby whispered a beautiful, yet, strange song. Was it only an illusion?
Pale illusion,
Dreamt by somebody who needed
A little bit of light
To make it through the day.
Don´t let anybody
Cage you inside fear.
Don´t let them
Rip your wings away.
You are stronger than them,
As you are made
Of the most precious material.
Don´t worry.
You are going to rise
Above all that hate.
Fly away from pain, precious butterfly.
They never understood you.

A crystaline voice got lost among all the noise. But, thankfully, somebody was able to rescue a bit of its sound among all that emptiness. There was a little bit of hope, but... Was there somebody brave enough to try to find it? They doubted it, but a young woman smiled sweetly. There´s no mountain big enough to keep you from pursuing your dreams, when you truly believe in yourself. Soemtimes, it´s worth to risk it all, if that means having a chance of reaching out the stars.