
When the smog clears, I will not choke
I will rise, I will speak, I will sing
For truth, for justice and life’s current fight
And a world that sees technicolor, not black or white
When the chains come off, I will not hide
Not in the shadows, not even in the wings
I will march, I will run and dance to the finish line
To the beat of my drum and a song that’s all mine
When the page finally turns, I will take it all back
My voice, my body, my destiny and life
Where illness ends and I can begin
Again and over, and finally win
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