
For the first time i am seeing the memory on birds wing
I am witnessing the unspoken bond in a best friends handshake
I am consumed by a laughter that erupts from within
I am remembering to breathe deep
I remember that i am me
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For the first time i can taste power in words that are not mine
I am full from standing in the glory of change
I am flavourful with cultral compassion
I am remebering to breathe deep
I remember that i am me
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For the first time i am alive to live
I am animatied in the noise of the paper bark faling from the tree
I am forgivness if she had a body and growth if he was to be
I am remebering to breathe deep
I remember that i am me

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