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What Makes Me Dangerous:
I dont need a man's house of dreams,
I have my own,
And within this sanctuary,
I built our home.
These walls echo with strength,
not with fear,
I stand here with my God,
this vision, never more clear.
What makes me dangerous?
Ha! Can’t you see?
I don't have to depend,
on any soul, except for me!
I don’t need a man's anything
to light up my skies,
I am the growth after the ashes,
from them, I will always rise.
In this world of noise,
I'll sing my own song,
With tenacity in my heart,
I refuse to, again, be wronged.
I won't shut my heart to true love,
if it happens my way,
But my needs are met,
So come what may.
It is welcome to come softly,
like the early dawn’s gentle calls,
But I won’t beg for it,
I’m content without the falls.
So here’s to the fierce,
the bold, and the free,
The ones who don’t need
to bend the knee.
Come little birdies, it's time to be free.
I have my own,
And within this sanctuary,
I built our home.
These walls echo with strength,
not with fear,
I stand here with my God,
this vision, never more clear.
What makes me dangerous?
Ha! Can’t you see?
I don't have to depend,
on any soul, except for me!
I don’t need a man's anything
to light up my skies,
I am the growth after the ashes,
from them, I will always rise.
In this world of noise,
I'll sing my own song,
With tenacity in my heart,
I refuse to, again, be wronged.
I won't shut my heart to true love,
if it happens my way,
But my needs are met,
So come what may.
It is welcome to come softly,
like the early dawn’s gentle calls,
But I won’t beg for it,
I’m content without the falls.
So here’s to the fierce,
the bold, and the free,
The ones who don’t need
to bend the knee.
Come little birdies, it's time to be free.
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