I knew before I knew.
I knew at such an early age.
A child bright with the gift of sight.
Forged not long from that, in many a fire,
I shrunk into the ash of ember.
Blinded, and scarred, I shut my eyes...
Shut them for a very long time.
Scared and fleeing, running from
The memories I had long blacked out
Denied all the signs,
Believed all the lies
As I journeyed for freedom with-out.
Yet always emerged, was something
Awe-some;
Things that could hardly be explained.
And slowly, the calling brought me back home;
Turned be about on my one-way train.
And as I arrived,
I remembered so much,
Remembered from which I came
They clapped and they laughed,
Threw hands and they grabbed
Me for everything I accomplished on this plain.
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