I KNEW YOU FROM BEFORE

Don’t ask me how I knew you—

I have carried your name through a long and weary road,

Past the rolling hills that bent beneath sorrow,

Through deep valleys where the lost kept calling,

And over mountains too high for the living to climb.

I came by wind, by rain, by fire, by pain,

With ash in my mouth and night in my bones.

So don’t ask me how I knew you—

Some souls are remembered before they are born

-Kakesha-

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