Rhythm of Our Blood.

Do we not have a mighty roar within our bones that seeks to ever grow,
Do we not escalate upon the moment, are we not magic makers, does it not show,
In our blood there lies a rhythm, that ripples to the skin,
In our voice there lies a power that binds and breaks and still will bend,
The ears that hear the honey, the crawling cadence, the growing dance,
The fire that warms and licks and lights your eyes into this trance,
The height you reach inside yourself, unlike any other sight of man,
Is one that grows and emanates, it is jubilation to rise and stand.


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