| I am the chosen one.
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| And with this voice I can compose, a new sound, an anomaly.
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| I want to see words fall from this pen onto these lines.
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| I want to see me and my friends rise above in these crucial times.
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| Hear me now; |
| as I find myself, my feelings hold me down.
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| Without words, communication and the passion
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| In our brother’s lives, are never heard.
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| Without love the capabilities of our hearts are never reached.
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| We have to open our minds, open our hearts.
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| I’ve never felt so empty; |
| my words have never fallen so short.
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| I try to fight these changes but I lack confidence.
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| Everyday I wake, time wears me down, I am falling apart…
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| I want to see words fall from this pen onto these lines.
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| I want to see me and my friends rise above in these crucial times.
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| Hear me now; |
| as I find myself, my feelings hold me down.
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| And as I rise up I always fall to the ground…
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| Even though I shall fall, I will always stand up,
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| Dress the wounds, breathe in the air,
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| This is who I am, I am an anomaly… |