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Monday, April 18, 2011


Nobody hears the wind as I do.
Nobody looks into the dark as I do.

Nobody wants to wake up more than I do.
Nobody judges me as I do.

Nobody hears the words I do.
Nobody feels as sad as I do.

Who will wait on me?
Who will think of me?

Who will harvest every scent of me?
Who will hold me near or cradle me?


I will be my own knight with dashing armor.
I will be my own knight that climbs the tower.

I will rise above the darkest hour.
I will cast my fears away as if they are sour.

I will open up my dreams.
To see what everything means.

The meaning I have come to gather is that nobody can make me cower.

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