My toes are skimming tulips
My feet are brushing roses
My knees are bent in silence
I'm no where near the dirt
And I'm carrying you with me
I'm bringing you down this hill
I'm going to put you on your feet
Leave you to your will
Air is rushing by my face
I'm falling fast, holding song
You doubt yourself,
Your hurt yourself
Say it once, make it strong
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