Everywhere I go, everywhere I see
I meet people who I don't want to be
I don't want to paint my name
In glorious letters of untamed fame.
I wish I receive the blessing I seek
A little humble, a better human being.
What is life but a series of exodi - A child's birth from a safe, nurturing womb A boy learning to walk by himself A young man yearning ...
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