Too many battles to fight I had to seek the source. So many reasons to cry I hid in the storm so no one could see my tears and in the presence of the creator no one would see my fears.

Every day has become a mystery to unfold. The gift of life is to be lived and the present of form is to help us stay in awe of the creator's love. I wish I knew everything but it robs life of its beauty.

No, one told me what felt right so I had to find the beauty that resides after the nights. I felt tired but my heart still holds pictures of a future one that is as beautiful as culture.
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