I can't really explain it to you,
I can't really justify it,
In fact, I myself don't think it's quite fair,
but the fact is, there are just some of us.
Some of us that have the fire in our blood,
the drive in our bones,
the passion in our souls,
the courage in our eyes.
And the world,
my my, how the world does fear this.
This bravery,
this persistence,
this gift
And so,
over and over again is this gift in you tested.
Over and over again is this gift in you harmed.
Over and over again is it's life challenged,
until is doesn't feel so much a 'gift' any longer.
For what people don't know, people fear,
and what people fear, people hate,
and what people hate, people hurt,
and this gift of yours has great power indeed.
Power to move mountains,
to calm seas,
to dry the rain
to moisten the deserts,
to heat the antarctic,
to cool the tropics.
And this light, even at it's own safety's risk,
again and again fights,
fights,
fights,
and there will be times the beholder of this gift feels weaker than all else around.
But, they have no choice, they are granted no breaks, no mercy
and they fight,
and are tested.
But this light within them,
it always prevails.
It is simply, inevitable.
Nothing to be done about it, no, nothing at all,
It is just...some of us.
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