What I am…

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I am a river running wild
I am a weak, unforgiven child
I am the rage behind a lions roar
I am the girl hiding behind the door
I am the beauty in a roses bloom
I am the shadow of impending doom
I am the air beneath the eagles wings
I am a human rippled with sin
I am as tall as a red oak tree
I am small and delicate as can be
I will soar and rise above it all
I will shatter, crumble and fall
All these things exist in me as one
I was born of the night and of the sun

– She Moves

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