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I am not the person who is singing, I am the silent one inside. I am not the one who laughs at people's jokes, I just pacify their egos. I am not my house, my car or my songs, They are only stops along my way. I am like the winter, I'm a dark cold female, With a golden ring of wisdom in my cave. And it's me who is my enemy Me who beats me up Me who makes the monsters Me who strips my confidence I am carrying my voice I am carrying a heart. I am carrying the rhythm I am carrying my prayers, but you can kill my spirit, it's old and it is strong, And like a mountain I'll go on and on. But when my wings are folded, The brightly colored moth blends into the dirt into the gr