I felt your memory within the flames
I saw it in the ashes
I tasted it in the smoke
They didn't know their names
As they wore it under the masks
Without any mouths they spoke
They measured their successes not by money
Seeing the world in new eyesight
Walking with nature in a world where they could be themselves
Never losing sight of being free
In a world of what's taken flight
Nothing hidden or left on the shelves
Of everything that they've become
They were magical and nothing anyone had ever seen
Never losing sight of anything ever again
So much to live for they knew they were the ones
They were being everything they've ever been
Waiting for the most beautiful magic to happen
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