I rise

I rise
Like the smoke from the fire I rise
From the dirt of the trampled earth I rise
Like a lotus from the mud I rise
From the ignorance of the blindfolded world I rise

I am
The fire you cannot quench
The air you cannot clutch
The water that will slip away
The storm that has to go a long way

Burn me I will be neat as a gold
Press me I will be diamond from coal
Cut me I will glisten as silver
Crush me I will be scented as a flower

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