Change

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I began walking after a huge fall.
I began moving after a long pause.
I feel everything so new and miraculous.
I appreciate the breeze that caresses me with every touch.

Yes, I can now feel those warm sunbeams.
I can now, literally, learn how to live.
I realized how I’d been all through this time.
I can now comprehend the reality and the truth it beholds.

The wind with every breeze makes me smile.
The rain with each drop makes me long to dance.
‘Cause I realized that there is always something better,
Something brighter after a rain or storm.

It’s the beauty of life that I now see.
It’s the treasure of truth that I now keep.
Because I've changed, I've evolved,
Into a better someone than I was before.

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