Isabella Santoro
Anchor Staff Writer
I could build a skyscraper of dreams
And you’d tear it down, floor by floor
I could make a home of happiness
And you’d burn it down, with your fire of sadness
I could grow a garden of hope
And you’d pick every flower out
I could travel a city of freedom
And you’d trap me in your world of repression
I could fly across a cloud of fresh starts
And you’d drag me down to old habits
I could walk a forest of calm
And you’d chop it down, your axe of anxiety
I could run across a field of possibilities.
And you’d cut down every one of them
I could swim an ocean full of love
And you’d send wave after crushing wave of hate
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