It is not the end, the walk in the woods
Every cycle we trapped in, leads us back home
Every thing I learnt, was already known to Me
Each moment here, a gift of breath
I was here before, and will be here again
To remember or realize this, is true freedom
A birth now, and the way it is, a blessing
This moment a moment to strive, and grow beyond
Every cycle we trapped in, leads us back home
Every thing I learnt, was already known to Me
Each moment here, a gift of breath
I was here before, and will be here again
To remember or realize this, is true freedom
A birth now, and the way it is, a blessing
This moment a moment to strive, and grow beyond
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