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Oct 2017
An ancient sage suddenly appeared at my feet.
She placed her hand upon my heart and whispered,
"This is your destiny."

A woman in black with hair as gold as the sun took my hand.
She said, "Close your eyes. Open your mind. Feel the power of this land."
She said, "Daughter of my daughter's daughter; blood of mine.
We've been waiting for all your life. It's finally time
to rise. It's time to fight."

A band of ancient shamans stopped me in my tracks.
They placed their magic on me and said, "You can never go back." They said, "Sister, on her hero's journey, take our hands.
We've been waiting for all our lives. Here we stand
to rise."

We can't wait any longer.
We can't hide the fire that's been burning ever stronger.
We can't deny. It's time
to rise. It's time to fight.

It's time to rise. It's time to fight.
Angie Kopshy
Written by
Angie Kopshy  F/Montana
(F/Montana)   
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