Maybe there’s a parallel universe where I don’t know that you exist,
A place where I am whole and your lies haven’t broken me yet,
Where the light passes through me filling my every dark corner,
Where my heart can still love and trust,
Where the moon is still bright and grass still wet,
Where I lie on my back, looking up at the happy sky,
Where I listen to myself talk about my passions and dreams,
someday I’ll fly to that universe,
For I have the blue wings.