On the cusp of seeing the dream
become the reality of where I'm waking.
On the edge of taking the chance,
like walking on water or
new steps to that dance.
On the cusp of waking from pain
to see my own life being born again.
Drinking in life and exhaling hope.
Delivering new moments that are yet to be wrote.
Taking in air to sing once more,
This time the melody won't whisper -
I'll roar.
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