Power

Droughted in merciless anxiety

The mind that plays tricks

The soul that reaches for the sun

Each day moving forward

The existence of a thought to be

Running far from fears behind you

To reach the soul and be reborn

To pick up the pieces from the crash

To move forward, to be alive

To look forward to the next day

The will to become better

The strength to be bold

The destination we chase

Letting go of the pain

We live to be free once more

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