The Knowing
Yesterday, I accepted my parent's divorce.
Today, I woke up and made a new choice.
And tomorrow, I will make sure people will hear my voice.
My voice is like thunder without the lightening.
A sweet way to correct what is wrong without it being frightening.
I raised the white flag to stop all the fighting.
I fell the wind
coming and going like a lost friend.
Like the wind, there is no end.
It keeps coming and going,
but my ambitions and strive keeps on growing.
The knowing.
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