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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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