Born to be

When I was a child 

I could see the wind in the trees 

and I heard a song in the breeze 

it was there, singing out my name 

But I am not a girl 

I have known the taste of defeat 

and I've finally grown to believe 

it will all come around again 

And though I may not 

know the answers 

I can finally say I'm free 

And if the questions 

led me here,then 

I am who I was born to be 

And so here am I 

Open arms and ready to stand 

I've got the world in my hands 

And it feels like my turn to fly 

And though I may not 

know the answers 

I can finally say I'm free 

And if the questions 

led me here, then 

I am who I was born to be 

When I was a child 

there were flowers that bloomed in the night 

Unafraid to take in the light 

Unashamed to have braved the dark 

And though I may not 

know the answers 

I can finally say I'm free 

And if the questions 

led me here, then 

I am who I was born to be 

I am who I was born to be.

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Betty Franke schrijft proza en gedichten onder het pseudoniem ArtemisiA, een inspiratiesite voor mensen die op zoek zijn naar een diepere zin van dit leven of spiritualiteit en die geïnteresseerd zijn in wat kunst, muziek, poëzie en proza ons daarover kunnen vertellen.