Go, find yourself—why are you so sad?
Even time is searching for your true purpose.
The chains that hold you back,
Don’t think of them as part of you.
Melt those chains,
And turn them into your strength.
When your heart is pure,
Why let the world bring you down?
Sinners have no right to judge you.
Burn away the web of suffering around you.
You’re not meant to be a symbol of worship,
But a force fueled by anger and passion.
Fly your scarf high like a flag,
Even the sky will tremble.
And if it falls,
An earthquake will shake the earth.
Go, find yourself—
Don’t be disheartened.
Time itself is searching for you,
And you are destined for greatness.
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