A Whisper
I still hear the sound of truth whispering clear.
Every part inside of me says not to remain here.
So I will take another step far away.
I'm moving closer to the edge of day.
I have been falling to far out of line.
But this contempt shall no longer be mine.
I will shroud my face in ever lasting breath .
For at any moment I could meet the bringer of death.
There can't be freedom in the flags of fear.
It's time for me to recognize what isn't clear.
And so I will hold my head up for lasting grace.
As fleeting moments leave without a trace.
It's time for me to understand what's inside.
When I do I shall never again let it hide.
I'm still walking forward to the edge.
I gaze beyond a tangled, endless ledge.
I open up my arms to reach the sky.
Releasing all I knew that became a lie.
And now I stand before my fate.
I let go the last whispers of my hate.
Finally I let my soul return to what is free.
It's time to let the world know what I have come to be .
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