Finding The Words

I often feel without being able to express or extract my own words. And then I find them perfectly written:

" I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color,
but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight.
I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies
and they were real close to looking like the sunrise,
and sometime it takes the most wounded wings
the most broken things
to notice how strong the breeze is,
how precious the flight."
Andrea Gibson - The Moon is a Kite