Full Circle
Full circle
Press forward, harder, stronger…show ’em what you’re made of.
Prick your finger – blood. You are human,
Alive.
Harness the light,
Grasp it, hold it…be one with it.
Scream, pierce eardrums, spur tears with your song. Actualize you. Come
Full circle.
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