Maybe some of us are meant to feel everything deeper To see magic Whispers of wonder Glimpses of eternity
Maybe some of us are meant to be dreamers Visionaries The odd ones out Or perhaps eternally searching
Maybe there’s some of us who fall hard and trust deeply Who keep their hearts unlocked Standing in the storm A whispered truth A promise And souls that say I understand
Maybe there’s some of us who worship dawn breaks Who weep at ocean waves And find God in garden soil
Maybe there’s some of us who live for the wind-swept moments The barefoot and breathless Wild-eyed And sun-kissed days
Maybe there’s some of us who love earth-deep Who read your silence Who breathe your name And need nothing but your presence
Maybe there’s some of us who still chase fireflies Who smile at shadows And heal broken wings
Maybe there’s some of us who believe in magic Growing through darkness In truth Beauty And in hearts learning to beat again
Maybe there’s some of us that wander off-map That forge unnamed paths That write our own stories Or let them write themselves
Maybe there’s some of us Who’d rather burn bright Than simply smolder Who trust the unknown Our instincts And follow them like ancient stars
Maybe these dreamers exist
Maybe we’re not so alone after all.
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