but when did i start saying ‘yo’ unironically
but forget to love the sand
beneath our own feet.
I want to be unashamedly who I am.
no more hiding, restless soul; you were made to be free.
and don’t you know, don’t you know you are free?
I want to worship the One who made me free.
no more dwelling in my open cell, always afraid.
oh, don’t you know you are breathtaking?
Come alive. You are alive.