While i fumble my words
my eyes dart to the ground,
but I feel the touch of your soft warm hands
pushing my head towards the sky.
Your booming dialect
guides me through the deep dark corners.
My lungs would collapse from the suffocating crowds,
but you lift me above,
helping me breathe crisp air.
Your sharp mind drives my fingertips,
pushing my limits,
without your love and power,
I am nothing,
but with your wings,
I am free.