Maybe I'll Fall Again

In the quiet of my mind, a thought takes flight, Maybe someday I'll fall again, so bright. A spark in the darkness, a flame burning strong, A whispered promise of something that'll last all day long.

But "maybe" is a fickle thing, I've come to see, A fragile hope that trembles on the edge of a dream. With every breath I take, I remind myself anew, That maybe is not definite, it's just a possibility.

So I tread carefully, with a heart that's been bruised, But still, I dare to dream, and to hope, I am not confused. Maybe I will begin again, with something that's pure and true, something that knows no bounds, something that's tried and new.

And maybe, just maybe, I'll find something that won't end, something that's deeper than the ocean, higher than the sky's bend. Something that's stronger than the wind, something that's unconfined, something that sets my soul on fire, something that will find me.

And so, I'll keep on trying, with a heart that's brave and bold, I'll keep on dreaming, and my spirit, I will not fold. For every breath I take, is a chance to start anew, And maybe, just maybe, my dreams will all come true.