I sense the energy of the past shining behind my shoulders,
How it faded away is still a mystery
But I see fake smiles and manipulations
Putting sand on the flame.
Can I revive it? How to empower it to take over my life?
Slowly and steadily, on a steep solitary road
It will find its voice, my voice
And it will shout fearless and clear
As on a wooden stage.
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