who are you, but a tired soldier still trudging through the battle?
who are you, but a sleepless dream ready to be awakened?
who are you, but a fleeting moment begging to be defined?
are you any more than you let yourself be?
who are you, but a child of a king whose crown you've thrown away?
who are you, but a flower that chose to lay dormant in the winter?
who are you, but the one who gave away her dreams to the louder, prettier one?
no, but who are you?
who do you want to be?
who made you who you are?
you?
are you any better than the one who sold his birthright?
have you not sold away yours?
have you not given away the rights to your dreams to the people that tell you no?
and for no profit at all?
rise up. take them back. they're your birthright.
they're you.
2 comments:
OMG im completely being reminded of the same thing! God must have something great to give us and hes making syre we dont miss it.
"Get over your hill and see what you find there,
with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair."
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