A gentle breeze that pushes us to bloom
Instead we all sit ever complacent
Wondering when time is all but spent
I will take this whisper across my cheek
Turn it to actions where words cannot speak
Finally something I can accomplish
Without fear of destroying those I love
This will be the first step to a new me
Be prepared for the outcome and you'll see
Something that's never stood before you here
While I fade away, my self will appear
And in the absence that my soul creates
(This soul I have yet to find or replace)
Will lead to a thousand paths to choose from
I will choose and ride off to set sun


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