Shortly after meeting Michelle
Would you risk your children's safety
For a dream's bright promise call?
Would you clamber up a rainbow
And believe that you won't fall?
Would you trust an arc of color
Climbing high into the air,
When everyone is telling you:
DON'T GO THERE!
What kind of mental madness
Chases heartdreams to the sky?
What kind of mortal mother
Would believe that she could fly?
I will try.
She is I.
I will fly.
Return to the Library.
Return to the Front Door.
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