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Some acts must be, a destined decree,
To become what you are meant to be.
Some paths are laid, a fate to embrace,
With a heart that yearns, you find your place.
Now, my essence spills, a torrent unbound,
Out of control, where truths resound,
Spilling outward, on sacred ground.

Some trials will fail, a bitter sting,
Is this the best, the lesson they bring?
Some things will break, though long you strive,
Now, my essence spills, where shadows thrive,
Out of control, the wild winds call,
Spilling outward, embracing all.
You can hide, you can flee.

Now, my essence spills, a boundless stream,
Out of control, a waking dream,
Spilling outward, a vibrant gleam.
Spilling outward, in every scene,
Out of control, serene and keen,
Out of control, the unseen is seen,
Spilling outward, a radiant sheen.