Wipe away the ashes
That reside upon its chest
Shake away the dust
Weighing down that pretty dress

Kick its feet around
Prepare for stretching out
Loll its head about its neck
Child, your spirit is devout

It plans to pull itself
Out of steady sleep
The tragedies you faced
Had buried it too deep

Child, it will help you
Just free it from its chains
Dance once more, even alone
Even in the rain

Let it fly, let it soar
Let it pull you to the sky
Bathe it in your happiness
Your new-found natural high

Your spirit can sicken, child
Your spirit can tear and cry
Your spirit can bruise and tatter
But it will never, ever die.
 
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