“When I was just a boy still owl-eyed,
I liked to drink the rain to taste the sky.
I tried to count the stars while in my bed
To keep the thoughts of monsters from my head.
And I believed the stars were wishes.
I believed the world was good,
I believed things hid in the dark,
And that all would turn out just how it should.
I believed in all your stories.
I believed you’d never lie.
I believed if I could climb the trees behind the house,
I’d touch the sky.