Elevate

Los Angeles, 2003

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Conqueror of dreams,

Stretch yourself against the horizon.

Can your fingertips reach the heavens

Where colors are yet undecided?

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Embrace your sky,

No clouds above your head,

Only possibilities of stars.

Hear them being born.

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Can you see your memories evaporate,

Your pains disintegrate?

A thousand sunrises won’t stop,

Your imminent destiny.

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Each day is your birth,

Each day your baptism,

You are your own mountain,

your own peak.

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Elevate.

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