I can feel this thing called "wind"
The wind of change is wrapping its arms around me
It's whispering in my ear saying "now, you can blossom"
How did it know that it was buried deep in my soul?
How did it know that I needed it to shine out like morning dawn through mists?
Finally, I can begin the process of sweeping out the mess from my temple
Now, I can breathe; lifting my head from underneath the water
The dark cloud has lifted and I've decided to continue living in spite of hurt.
Happiness is a choice.
I can feel this thing...
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