8. Second Dawn (02)

Once and

again, I gather the pieces Slow hands,

steady

heart, learning to breathe What fell apart still teaches me movement One

small light becomes enough to see I carry the marks,

but they do not own me I feel the ground answer under

my feet Room in my chest for a wider horizon Hope has

a shape when the rhythm is weak,

then complete Once and again,

I rise to meet the morning Not as I was,

but stronger in the light Step after step,

the open road is forming What I begin now,

I begin right The door stays open The air feels kind If

I must start over I know the way inside Once and again

Again