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I am alone within the mists of my jungle
The moss I thought was tame whips
Experiences into my back and blades
And I cannot shed a tear
I have to learn to be happy here.
And I hold my head up high
Against the battery of the wind
And I remember my God and
The people who carried me
Upon their backs for some years
I have to learn to be happy here.
The cool dew against my toes is nice
And the colors of the animals soothe
My insecurities about my steps linger
But soon are conquered my falling fear
I have to learn to be happy here.
At the end of this jungle path
Lies clear fields and golden honey dew
The maxillaria show me my destination
But that time is far from near
I have to learn to be happy here.