It was never a choice
To crawl onto the soil,
Hiding away from monsters;
It was never a choice.
It was never a choice
To walk through the great storms of Life;
Lost in this chaotic confusion,
Alone in this deafening silence.
How could you have find relief
When you were blind to your own essence?
Now that we're heading to a New Earth,
A whole new Paradigm,
A rise in Consciousness,
A blooming in Light;
Now comes the Time for change,
Now comes the Time to choose:
To keep fighting against the wind,
Or let it take you wherever it wants.
Will you keep fleeing your own shadow;
Or will you, in the end, turn around,
And walk head first into the Night?
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