As I blossomed into a little miracle,
I was told I was too much,
So I silenced the spirit and watered down the fire.
As time went on, I learned to contain the very essence of me
Thus I forgot who I was and became afraid
Now the primal voice is calling,
and though I am tired,
I awaken to unite, little by little or all at once
On a clear night, when I feel and remember
I allow at last the veil to lift