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My heart's a flame

I love to burn;

I watch it grow

As clock hands turn

Through passing time

That never slows,

But that's alright.

My heart can grow;

I let it grow

Into new age

Where life takes flight

In brighter ways

I've never seen

Until today.

It's beautiful

How time brings change

And wakes up dreams

You never knew

You held inside

Until they grew

With passing time

Into strong leaves

On your strong boughs

So ever-green

And ever-young,

Always reborn,

In flame at night

And new come morn'

I love the burn;

Oh, don't you too

Love how it fuels

And preserves you

In passion's dance

That lifts your soul,

That sparks your heart

And makes it whole,

Just like a child,

Like how they grow;

There's always one

More truth to know

Or star to catch

And burn inside,

Swell in your heart

'Til strength you hide

Comes growing out

In stretching vines

So green and pure

In curving lines

That trace the skies,

Outline the road

You run on down

Past life turned gold

In memory,

A lovely sight,

A compass burned

Into the night

That leads you on

And calls you through;

It calls to us—

Yes, me and you—

To worlds we dream,

Worlds we pursue,

A future found

As time renews

With each new day

We're blessed to see

And make our own

With offerings

Of our efforts

For our mankind

That brings to light

All sin it finds

In blood-stained pain

And bold, red scars

We can't erase

Or tear apart

With words or fight,

Only with time,

Only in growth—

Yes, yours and mine—

Growth in our hearts

From fire and flame

That burns to dust

All that remains

Of mildewed sin

From long ago,

Left to seep in

The trouble man sows

Until they will grow,

Until we're born new

With altruism

In chaos we brew

And somehow enjoy

And even seek out,

'Cause riding the storm

Is what growth's about,

And we're meant to grow.

Yes, we're meant to bloom

Into tapestries that

Life wove on its loom

In colorful thread

Of time, memory,

Dreams, and innocence,

Ambition we breathe

In each gasp of air

And each long inhale;

In peace, in the storm,

Growth fills our sails

With all of the wind

We could ever need

To make it through life,

Make it to the dream,

A dream that still grows;

It's growing with us

In fire that burns

From ashes and dust

And ignites our hearts

For this world to see

As we grow to be

All we can achieve,

And we imagine

As night turns to day

The action we'll take,

The words we will say

To light up the sky

Of society

That's not so hopeless:

Some growth's all it needs.

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We're always growing. In age, experience, beauty and grace, and ambition, in dreams. The dreams grow as we do, get bigger, bolder, and even more beautiful too. The growth is scary, painful at times, but we need it. We need to grow. How else will we get anywhere? How else will we reach those dreams? Nothing's more beautiful than a dream that grows. Those are the best dreams. Those are the dreams that change the world <3