My feet bare, my eyes bright,
I walk into the night.
Shining through the dark foliage is the light,
From the stars up above so alight.
With my hands up so high,
I reach up to the sky.
Under the silver moonlight, I hear the cry,
From the deepest place in my heart,
I want to spread my wings and fly.
My feet lifting from the soft ground,
I soar into the starry night.
Spreading my wings so wide,
I grab the brilliant stars in my hands tight.
You’re my glittering prize, the queen of the night.
— Petra
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