You allowed me to silence the noise,
To listen to my voice,
A conscious choice,
To feel the pain to find the joys

You are the sparkle in my spirit,
The waterfall to my basin,
The steady voice; I always hear it,
The capital to my nation

With you, I can finally exhale,
Adding tools, while sinking nails,
Trading anchors for billowing sails,
Building foundation, while blazing trails

You allow me to dig deep, finding me –
To stop fighting against rules,
Because we write our own, as it should be
Freely fashioning our own tools

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