Maybe there’s a parallel universe,
Where you and I are still laughing at silly jokes;
Where the grass is still wet and the moon still bright;
Where you and I are lying on our backs looking at the dark sky;
Where the fire we lit is still burning slowly;
Where you and I look at each other lazily;
Where you tell me your passion, your goals, your dreams;
Where I hold your hand and fly high,
For I have the blue wings.