When the moment comes, will you see me, know me?
When the moment comes, will my soul rise within me?
When the moment comes, will time bend in on itself?
When this moment comes, will it reveal the me to myself?
Words fail me and I become a child, speechless.
My soul awakens and rises within me, fearless.
Love explodes within my heart, a warm fire glowing.
The real me but a red oak seedling, but growing.
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