Take me away, beam me up high,
twinkling showers circle the skies.
Off to a place, where nothing dies,
stars dance around, spin and baptize.
Take me somewhere, where I come first,
away from here, quench this dry thirst.
Plan an escape from what feels cursed,
bring with you faith, so hopes can burst.
Take me inside, lend me your eye,
give me a life, teach me to fly.
Disperse my tears, inhale my sighs,
clear up my pain, help me survive.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy