I’m letting go of the past
in order to flow
With the gifts of life
that I hadn’t known
Expansion seeks my soul
With a bit of passion
And a heart craving for hope
"I can’t do this!" - I scream
I don’t know but maybe
Life is just a dream
Where I lose hope
And find growth
Within the graves of my heart
I find the things that I own
They told me I was a magician
So powerful and full of ambition
What I didn’t know
Was that I had a soul
It was colourful
And filled with gold
Once again
I am out of pain
Full of light
And ready to play
The game of life
I’m going to thrive
And finally realize
That I am free
To live with pride
About the Creator
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