Driving beneath the clouds.

When all those scars
turn your dreams
more wild
more real
more clear
more better.
When all their no’s
make you imagine
how great your life is
how good you are
how wonderful you can be.
When all the tears summed up
make a smile, hung on a face of a girl.

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