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Jan 2020
Every breathe I take
Every heart I break
Every time I mistake
Let it all be in the plan
to become more than I am
and to not be late

For the time is always the ticking chance
to redo what one could not had undone at last
to have had

   the experience to improve
   the heartbreak to cry
   the music to inspire
   the reason to carry on
   the vision to belong
   the passion to thrive

As we are all children who have never grown
let us all then become more than old souls
let us bring a new vision to whats already known
so that we can for once begin to truly unfold

to blossom for all and give light
to the darkness that made our blight
in all of our struggles to survive
to not only think of being alive

but also to give rhyme to our plight
and calmly give day into night

knowing that within this history we also belong

and no one can ever, stop our song...
Brandt Hott
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