Running through lush green spots of branches, finding myself on the level of high pitches knives stabbing in my head, can i handle the change?

Can i handle my sparkles shining as i kiss this guy, as my head is splitting black stones, i believe i can, i am the one who never stops smiling even as my lush wave over me.

i can handle a change so black as a thunderstorm lighting striking before me, lighting striking in front of me, i ran past it to find my own gold sparkles in the yellow sun shining before my eyes.