There's an ebb and flow.
I don't know where to go.
I don't know where to go.
It takes me to and fro.
To places I don't know.
And places of familiarity.
To places I don't know.
And places of familiarity.
Face to face with fear,
And feelings I cannot bear.
And feelings I cannot bear.
So I run
To where I was from
A time of malign
Paradigm
To where I was from
A time of malign
Paradigm
But a place
I found grace
I found grace
And they keep reminding me
Who I was made to be
Who I was made to be
Free
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