It’s where you’re going.
It’s where you’ve been.
It’s all your angels.
It’s all your sin.

To learn surrender.
To lean on time.
To know no ending.
To find your rhyme.

How I got here.
Who I am.
What I’m doing.
Why I can.

I believe there’s magic in this air right now.
I think something’s happening.

We find with failure.
We find with wounds.
We don’t learn living
if we never lose.

Don’t dine on memory.
Don’t dine on past.
Don’t dwell in future
or now never lasts.

I walked away from myself for two years
before I ran into me
and saw it in my eyes.
How I got here.
I think something’s happening.

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