When I fall
I lay bare in the very essence I was made
I get this hard hit I need to be what I must
When I fall i rise
When I fall
I fall deep to the place where my ideal self lives
I put my hands round my head to the place of my being
When I fall I rise
As the grave opens it mouth for me
I rather see a door to freedom
Though darkness may abound where I laid
As the brilliance of fire, light that is.
When I fall I rise
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