What I Am
I am the melodies in a song
I am the sands of time pressing on
I am the light in a sky of grey
I am the hope for a better day
I am the wind, flowing and free
I am madness in the highest degree
I am a haunted, dark May night
I am the girl who fought to stay alive
I am the voices, confusion, and bleeding
I am the reminder that nobody was needing
I am triumph, glitter, and gold
I am the story that never was told
I am the notes that have yet to be played
I am the soothing, rich serenade
I am smiles, and a chance to breathe
I am the story that ends happily
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