| I am not my family tree
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| These are different leaves, you know
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| There are miles and miles between
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| My roots and what I’m trying to grow
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| I am not the slave they sold
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| Nor am I royalty
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| I’ve worn them both, the finest coat
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| And rags that barely cover me
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| But there’s mercy in the soil, mercy in the sun
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| Learning to forgive, what cannot be undone
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| And what was meant to harm can’t harm you in the end
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| Stepped out on a limb I thought might break
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| But Love said, it will only bend; |
| It will only bend
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| I am not my past mistakes
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| Labelled by some place and time
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| Nor am I trophy case
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| Trying to maintain my shine
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| I have dreamed a thousand dreams
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| Watched a grain in famine, grow
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| I am not my family tree
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| I have branches of my own
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| Oh, does fate resign us to
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| Find shelter for our wounds
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| Beneath the battered roof of broken dreams?
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| Oh, but I will choose to stand
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| In the shadow of Your hand
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| And see what grows when Grace has sown the seed |