In every moment of weakness,
I let myself a little stronger,
A dying wave on a sea-shore.
And I for one, always try.
Within this smoldering fire,
With all this little Courage
And rage.
That one-day I would be reach the skies
And you will know
my whispers are roars
my tenderness, my strength
my wisdom so deep
my hunger devouring
a vehement, within.
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