Thoughts of my baby boy, his sweet, little face
Memories of harder times that weigh on me heavily
And thanking God I've still got fire inside
With every new moon and her dark, regenerative energy I reset my mind and alter my reality
There's a trillion parts of me, only a dozen you've seen
While you're there observing me, I'm here wondering if this makes as much sense to you as it does to me?
Questions crowd my mind and cloud my intuition so tonight I'll burn sage to refresh my spirit
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