They told me so
I didn’t listen
My mother died long time ago
I didn’t believe
Instead I turned my back on it
I saw the ocean and the rivers flow
The sky so blue
It smiled at me with its whiteness
And then sprinkled some sense
Yes, indeed I was an orphan
Taken out and brought about
To see what the world has for me
There was no line to tell
What I was about
Or will one day be
I had my own to narrate
For I was my own crown
And destiny
Riddle me this. The night of the fallen angel something came from the light. It…
They will not sleep into that narrative, but instead awake and recognize it is just…
I found the seed, when I was sweeping the floor, all alone between the cracks…
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