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I want to be the winds that soar beneath their sails.

I want to be the light that flickers in their eyes.

I want to be the fire that burns inside their hearts.

I want to be the change that leads this world to rest.

I am no branch of divinity.

There is no gift of healing.

I only have what was given

Me, expression in the kneeling

Every day I seem to rise

It all gets left behind

all different scenes of memories, rolled up, a scroll

I’ve nothing to cling to, emotion takes its toll

I’m sorry for your sorrow

The least of which I wanted

The most of which I caused.

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