It's me I see
when I look in the mirror
where was I gone so long?
On a crooked path of self destruction
leading to emptiness
Wake up said the tumor, your life is passing
and now is the time to fly
So I listened when the grandmothers spoke
no more fear or else you “die”
I found home, in Harmony
and I wake to see the real “me” each day
To help others will be my strength
now that I struggle no more,
and the calling I will obey
Lynn West
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