| It is the calm water
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| In the middle of an anxious sea.
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| Where heavy clouds part and the sunrise starts
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| A fire in the deepest part of me.
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| So I let go and in this moment, I can breathe.
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| The clumsy start of adolescence,
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| The glue that mends our broken remnants,
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| An overwhelming sense of reverence,
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| It’s a glimpse of light in a mine of gold.
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| A silver lining spilling over,
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| The rumor of buried treasure,
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| The starting line of an adventure,
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| It’s a glimpse of light in a mine of gold.
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| It’s an afterglow, it’s an echo
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| Still ringing out in spite of me.
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| It’s the faint outline of the divine
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| In the hiding place of my periphery.
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| So I let go and in this moment, I can breathe.
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| I can breathe.
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| The setting sun through open windows,
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| The honoring of every shadow,
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| A gratitude for all that follows,
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| It’s a glimpse of light in a mine of gold.
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| The countless stars we’re sleeping under,
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| It’s the brightest sparks that we remember.
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| When our eyes are closed, we still see embers,
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| A glimpse of light in a mine of gold.
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| It’s a glimpse of light in a mine of gold. |