With every ending day gone by I set each old and fresh wound back to life To remain my fire Silent and slow

With every ending day gone by
I set each old and fresh wound back to life
To remain my fire
Silent and slow
So with every ending day I'm reminded of this gift
This life.
For I am the human I was made to be
Fierce and alive.
Rising back to the surface
Because I'm worth my flesh and blood, which was first brought to life
I remain human
Silent, persistent and yet
Fierce and alive.

HURRIA BALOCH