Dreams Die Young

If you could do anything If you could have your questions answered If you could sleep at night If you could talk to him or her If you could get them to understand If you could make another dollar, if you could run faster If you could reach the water's surface If your fingers could reach up and break the surface of the tar If you could—for a moment, just a moment—feel the breeze caressing Dancing around your fingers, the warm sunlight kissing your skin You'd feel like in that moment, you could breathe through your fingertips See through them, even Hear birds chirping, see the trees sway Hear the roar as they whisper their secrets in the wind But what if you didn't give up? What if you clawed your way out? What if you dug at that black muck with your teeth and your nails and every ounce of your being until you grab the deep roots of a tree And pulled yourself out Out of the gutter, out of the streets Out of the clutches of death itself Emerge on the banks as alive as you have ever been The air a little fresher, the sky not so far away