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Fears of return
Keeps me clinging
To my life
But never living
Holding onto this second chance,
That I was so humbly given;

No, this mustn’t be
The way I do things now
Not after I’ve drown
Without a voice
For so long,
I can speak freely
Without desolate fear
In my mouth
And bring forth
The light that I have always housed!