Words come to me in the night
And these small hands write
My Spirit is burning bright
Like a candle in the wind
Coming at me like a beautiful dream
Melting like sweet ice cream
Am I really what I seem?
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Taking shape my pencil flies
My heart leaps into my skies
Into the blue, a world brand new
Day after day deeper I grew
Listening for something I already knew
Am I really what I seem?
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Looking down at these small hands
Wondering and writing
Creativity so inviting
Words fly right by me
Reaching for every literary firefly I see
Am I really what I seem?
Looking down at these small hands, I know who I am and thatโs good enough for me!

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