Remind me that breathing is supposed to be easy,
not gasping civil wars inside my
chest.
Remember when sunrises meant the day just began,
bringing joy instead of dread?
Tell me the world is a broken guitar,
and that a little re-tuning isn’t
too hard.
Make me believe the music hasn’t died,
that finding your song just takes
some time.
Explain to me how the trees never cry,
that strength like that will never
die.
Show me how power lies in their roots,
how they persevere on because they
have to.
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