When we are born, we fall asleep
A dream of forgetting becomes our world
We want to go home and we are lost
We cannot recall our destination
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We create crisis and conflict
And only believe what we see
Swaddled in the doubt of rights and wrongs
Intertwined with the thick and heavy
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A concoction of opinions and teams
A lie of loneliness and reclusiveness
A fear of the deception of death
A conviction for what is unreal
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But we do not need to validate
Embrace of the unreal is unnecessary
Entertaining separation lacks value
Because separation values only lack
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We are made of power and might
We come from the root of Infinite Potency
If we wish to remember who we truly are
We must take back our power
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The dream cannot harm us
In the embrace of the Ultimate Reality
To wake up from the dream
We must see only love
Unprodigal Daughter 