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Brave
  Like a summer breeze in the wind
  Like a winter blizzard about to end
  Like a spring rain bringing life
  Like a falling leaf ending strife
  My life’s a story in every way
  A puppeteer on display
  I dance among the set today
  Tomorrow I whittle your heart away
  Your voice is your power
  Your voice is the key
  That sings with glory
  Come sing with me
  I found my dog
  Oh so sweet
  For I knew
  He was to keep
  My brother new
  Oh with desire
  I prayed to god
  Let him be a fire
  A fire of wisdom,
  A fire that burns
  That keeps the mind going
  Over it turns
  Restless and joyful and
  Sad.
  He gave me my voice
  He gave me power
  To speak and pray
  At this very hour
  My friends and I
  We’ll spend the day
  Nothing productive
  Just play and play
  So many travels!
  To here to there!
  So new in every way!
  My grandma she beat it
  she pummeled it down
  When it tried to rise
  She just put it down
  life wasn’t just good
  Oh there was bad
  She found who I was
  Oh, depressed and sad
  The other one died,
  She was put down
  That day I cried,
  My face to the ground
  My ace falling down
  Down
  Down
  Down
  I’m different I know
  I’m proud to be
  Me
  They’re afraid,
  They don’t know
  What will happen
  When thoughts will snow
  I’m the gates,
  The voice,
  The love,
  The
  Hunger.
  Spiders, snakes,
  Death it creeps
  Up to me
  Whispers to me
  Talks to me
  Needs me
  I can’t keep
  Up my charade
  Of glorious and brave
  The real me a knave
  When have I been
  Brave.

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