As I grow, I change.
Living through sorrow,
growing through pain.
Rising up, as I grow.
A life full of sorrow,
left in the ashes.
I rebuild my New World and
water my ground with tears.
Watch me rise, watch me grow.
As I rise to meet the new day,
I wait for the sun to warm my face.
I leave my pain in the ashes,
Knowing the ashes will fertilize this sacred ground.
Preparing my soul for what is to come.
I rise to meet a new day.
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