As we lie sleeping in the dust of creation
Our hands tied behind our back
We try to justify that which cannot be said
By hiding our heads
The light that once shined so bright
Has dimmed to a glow
Longing to know what makes our hearts beat
Standing to the mirror facing the reflection
Bearing our souls
Walking through the fires of self doubt
Facing the fears of our past
Learning to trust giving the heroes a day off
Finding creation in ourselves
Gently untying the ropes that bind
Finding satisfaction in time.


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