Born from the heart, a prayer made of light,
Let me flow free, a breath in the night.
Born from the heart, a prayer made of light,
Let me flow free, a breath in the night.
Wings I will spread, this faith I embrace,
My earth, my heavens, my sacred space.
Let me descend, a storm's gentle grace,
Let me descend, a storm's gentle grace.
From chains I turn, a defiant plea,
This is my land, my world to be free.
Why not then dance, with a playful decree?
Oh, do not sway, in vanity's spree.
Let me flow free, a breath in the night.
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