I am the dreamer I have known all along:
I created the song.
I am the wanderer I have met all along:
I wrote the script.
We know what we have always known, yet
left unkindled as a smouldering night-fire –
we are the writers of our own destiny.
We are the singers of our own tune.
Sing out, sing loud, sing on: don’t cower
from fear of misplacing the words.
Life snaps into play like a metronome,
each beat a burst into being, each tick, tock,
a heartbeat of our own begging clock,
desiring to be known, to be known.
Sing out, sing loud, sing strong.
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