I Am A Mill

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I think of myself as a Mill

I can make many things

The point is never to take what's given

At the end of the day, to show I've striven

When I've been given a broken heart

When I cannot contain the joy of art

When faced with sadness I cannot fight

When my face is shining in pure delight

These are the times my mill is on

I churn my gears and produce song

These are the days when I call for purpose

My cogs must work for You, they must

The point is never to take what's given, and leave it so.

The point is never to say "I was afraid, so I did not go."

Whether gushing waters come or a trickle, 

Let it never be said that I was fickle.

Though fear may come, or hope or sadness

My desire is to persist through all madness.

I am a Mill, not a monument.

I am made to churn and I must.