My sister's choir sang this lulling whirlwind of a song on International Women's Day. I love the many moods, like life.
It's a song for Malala, the schoolgirl activist who survived a Taliban shooting.
What's the difference between brave and not brave people, and which one would I be? I'm still searching for that answer.
Thinking about the love between Malala and her dad, and how they would stay up late discussing world affairs in the kitchen while her brothers slept. I have a feeling the love fuelled the bravery, wanting to be wonderful humans for each other, and the chance for a more wonderful world.
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