Whose tongue with words cut sharper than knives.
But you shed a past of pain, darkness, and lies,
I wonder...who are you?
Father, mother, sister, brother...
Do I want to dig any further?
Who are you?
Child reborn unto the sand,
An untold story just began,
& simply want those to understand,
who are you?
Your apart of this world that was created.
A presence so powerful it was belated.
A knowledge so unknown that it seemed outdated...
But I know who you are,
You're a sense of imagination,
That produces a tone of gratification,
That makes me say "thank God we made it!"
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