Izabelug - Bronte

Every seed must die to grow
And with every breath we all strive to know
If in death and dying life can show
If in the end of one thing something else can begin
What is this process of dying to live and living to die?
What is the complex struggle to strive and to survive?

Every seed must die to grow
So, tears of pain must be left to flow
And cleanse the soul within by letting go
And cleanse the soul within by letting it all begin
What does this conquest of life seek to prove so me it must move?
What is its purpose in saving my soul, in making me whole?

Written by:
Isabel Tendo

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