Probably the hardest ever made
I had to allow the sun to shine and come out from among the shade
I had to let the sun's rays warm my heart and bring back the life I lost long ago
Lost to the darkness of the night
I had to start the process and let the rain flow down on me
That my soil could be nourishedMy flower could bud and blossom maturely
It had to happen
I had to grow
I had to release the shame and that's the way
That I grew beauty, from my pain
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