Work In The Making

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I’m a constant question, a spark in the night, Learning who I am in the soft morning light. I walk on the edges, but I dream in the sky, Trying to be brave, though I don’t know quite why. Verse 2: I paint with my words, and I search for a song, Finding my path, even when I go wrong. In every new sunrise, there’s a chance to be free, I’m a work in the making—just like me.