my daughter said to me
while she cried
momma...
you look broken inside

my eyes swelled wide
i looked to the floor
and suddenly
i couldn't speak anymore

she took her hands
and put them over my eyes
she said close them, momma
and try...
to remember what it feels like
to fly...

we used to stand outside
on the roof of our garage
with our arms open wide
and our eyes full of love

we'd stare down at the world below
and hear the wind pick up our hearts

and we'd soar above
all the rain that fell
... but we haven't done that in a while.