When I am able to fly,

The whole wide blue ocean will be no more barrier than a mist.

When I am able to race through the air,

Your window will be as close to me as mine is now.

When I am able to heal,

There will be nothing in our past that can ache, nothing in our future that can sting.

When I am able to mend,

I’ll make you whole and unharmed and always safe.

When I am able to hear,

You can whisper into the air, and I will listen.

When I have made myself perfect,

You’ll know it is with you, thanks to you, for you.