The crescent moon hones its truth,
In its scars, it hones its roots
There is beauty in going through darkness and emerging with a radiance that glows.
With a smile that emerges in the hellfire, salience in its mirth shows.

Waltzing through the dance of chaotic tunes
The coffee left stranded for too long loses its warmth too soon
In the echoes who others beckon you to be,
You lose the sight of who you are in the transcending glances of fleeting glee.

Salvaging the storm, honing the anchor that keeps you sane
Once you walk out of the doom nothing breathes in its light the same
There is power in silence, in the acceptance of what is and what is to come
For every darkest night finds its silver lining, the blazing sun

You are the center of your universe, you are the captain of your soul 
The master of your fate, the manifestation of your goal 
No one knows the wars you have fought to be alive  
The battles you bled silently in when the world cast you aside.

The song of freedom finds its essence in beckoning stance of your authenticity true
Be whoever your hearts yearns to be,
Because nobody knows what it takes to be you.

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