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After the Parade and Every Day
After the parade
I struggle for answers
As familiar patterns emerge
To find the right reasons
In an ever-changing world
I see a primal purpose
Of acceptance larger than intent
Beyond the present moment
All worthy of respect
After the parade
I am a paradox of courage
On the strings of my guitar
A prelude on piano
Of dreams from afar
I am a lantern on black canvas
Red and gold in equal parts
Love that's unconditional
Brings peace within my heart
After the parade
I dream a dream of equality
Faithful to my beliefs
A promise of my legacy
A purpose to not deceive
So I stand here quietly humbled
Remembering everything twice
A prayer and carefully listening
In awe of the tenacity of life.
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