She chased after freedom before realizing that chasing freedom is like chasing the wind. So instead she stopped only to waste years of her life caged in a silent prison.
But then You held her heart in Your hands like a bird with a broken wing. You nursed her back to health. And when the winds changed, You set her free.
Now she soars, knowing it is one thing to be born, but it is an entirely different thing to be born again.
When she sings, her voice sounds sweet as it sweeps through the city streets, beckoning hearts to beat wildly to the sound of silence broken.
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