The sun rises, as in days once before
Open-heavens eyes, awake on my shore
For the "I" that I AM, I birth a tear
In heaven you'll stand-our hearts being near
I construct a palace, to contain the books
You, the librarian-will write of what hurts
My blood as the ink, our pains left on show
Staining white sheets, with memories of woe
Behind rose-hip lips, our new day is dawning
One built on stories, of pains we we're gnawing
Senseless grief, always keeping us back
Scars on our skin, ourselves-we attacked
On hopeful shores, we shall finally share
As my wind blows, we'll all start to care
Let strife be gone, the pains we'd "bear"
Through ONE great star, comes a powerful flare
Now-can I get some rest, the road has been long
Have I passed-the test, is it a worthy dawn?
Can we now start singing, your heavenly song.
Once again know, the "right from the "wrong"...
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