Managed your air again
To be broken and sullen
Only then to rise above defeat
And taste victory
Know salvation and a win
To raise hand and head
And hold up high
Let stones they throw
And bonds they break
Fall cold to this unyielding ground
Set face to stare
At open space and air
To know it is all mine
And fare for said empty graces
Like a plunge from such heights
It is in the air
I wake tonight
Knowing full well that all
Is not all
That end
Is not end
And the finite
Is just a label
For those caught in the sin of fear
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