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Out of all, who will remain to stand?
Flowers into fruit, gentle labor, heavy hands
The world's weighing on the blade
Broken by an empty strand, silk, cotton, satin
Braided down, threaded bands to hold them
Pace like black molasses, finding the open
Headed towards the unknown, steady in motion
Create the balance, remain floating Grip the heart of your heart and transform hope into focus
And channel the power out the promise spoken

Ever forward, forever motion
Ever forward, forever motion