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We Are Not Who We Are

We are not who we are
Filled with worries, woes and moans,
the drowned ship drenched to bones
A dying soul succumbed  to wounds,
in a forest with a fear for hounds

We are not who we are
Passers of a tunnel,
at the end of which there is a light
Not bright enough, but enough to beat the night
A creature without wings, with the fire of taking flight.

We are not who we are
Shinier than shine and taller than skies
Taming every conquest with a hell of a might.
Difficult to be seen, the brightest bright.

So O dear mine
We are not who we are
We are what we choose, to be
that is really who we are.

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