by Jana Walters

Created on: June 09, 2008

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It is the search, it is the find
Of the unknown that can't be found
See the truth and then turn blind
Discover something unconfined

The humming of a sinning song
The evidence that does confound
More than desire to be strong
We were one to stand among

A dying loss, emerging win
A suicidal march does pound
A beat condemned to beating sin:
Our heart waiting to begin

We forbid to stay and we must flee
To deafly follow the unknown sound
Receive the gift of what is me
Feel something never thought to be

I am myself, I choose my path
My glory stands alone sans wrath
I have my purpose, it is me
My death smiles for liberty

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