Ode to Life

So tempting it may be to break my own heart further. But so beautiful it must be to change the world. I think that I could do it, I think that I could even fly. I know that I can do it, but I don't know how to try. So easy it is to sit and watch the world float by. But I wonder, what would it be like to teach all the world to fly? I sit upon my tears and think. I must be strong, I decide. I must be strong for those who need me; I'll have the whole world on my side. I sigh and think that the last line is a lie. But those I need will be with me; the others will slide by. I climb slowly upon my feet; the dust leaves me behind. And just the way the dust left me, I drop my troubles and my sighs. I pick up my pencil and write this ode to you. If I can learn to live again, I tell you, so shall you.