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Blessed Be
A Poem
it’s beautiful, isn’t it —
to breathe, to breathe, to breathe
it’s beautiful, isn’t it —
to strive, to strive, to strive
it’s beautiful, isn’t it —
to thrive, to thrive, to thrive
it’s beautiful, isn’t it —
to know, to know, to know
it’s beautiful, isn’t it —
to know a little death doesn’t matter
it’s beautiful, isn’t it —
to feel the sparks at your fingertips again
it’s beautiful, isn’t it —
to hear the truth of the words again like a call of fate
it’s beautiful, isn’t it —
to know it’s only a matter of time, a matter of time
it’s beautiful, isn’t it —
to feel the burn of a thousand possibilities all around
it’s beautiful, isn’t it —
to stand on a precipice and know the truth
it’s beautiful, isn’t it —
to take the chance and grasp it all your own
it’s beautiful, isn’t it —
to know the score and know the truth of it
it’s beautiful, isn’t it —
to be here and know there’s a beauty to the art
it’s beautiful, isn’t it —
to be on top of the world in another sphere
all your own, all your own, all your own, all your own
