When I fall 
I lay bare in the very essence I was made 
I get this hard hit I need to be what I must 
When I  fall i rise
When I fall
I fall deep to the place  where my ideal self lives
I put my hands round my  head to the place  of my being 
When I fall I rise
As the grave opens it mouth for me
I rather see a door to freedom 
Though darkness may abound where I laid
As the brilliance of fire, light that is. 
When I fall I rise                
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