I’ m, from the sound of birds singing songs of the day.
I’m from the taste of hot chocolate after a long day in the cold crisp snow
I’m from the sight of squirrels finding food for there loved ones
I’m from the touch of loving hands picking me up into an embrace after a fall
I’m from the taste of honey something the spice of the garlic after a cold
Sharissa Dayanna Thomason I’m the water that heals the sick that quenches the thirst that washes the wounds that’s the air for fish
I’ll fight for everyone to fell comfortable in there own skin I’ll fight for people to speak how they please I’ll fight for people to believe whatever they want I’ll fight for love