For a moment
For a day
Show me the way..
bring me home to the place I wish to be..
I bleed every time I choose to lose..
my heart has quieted down
no longer wishing to drown..
last fight with my twin
the enemy within
not giving in
victory is my win..
The wrinkles on my soul have made me whole..
I’m strong, I’m weak
I’m right, I’m wrong
I’m all mixed up
But I belong..
Feathers or steel
why not both
They make me real..
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