Rise Within

"Rise Within"

By Zia

Where all is lost, your spirit torn,

With broken wings, you choose to fight.

Yet in the dark, you hear a sound.

Your own heart beating, strong and loud.

No hand can lift you from the blue.

The one who saves you, must be you.

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