with the misty sunlight dawning
To crick your back while yawning
At the waking open sky.
As the moving moonlight passes
A breeze runs through the grasses
I sense a strong catharsis
and I know I have to try -
For the day is bright and early
and the future isn't surely
as set and cast entirely
in a granite block of stone.
We know we have the power
to choose and make our hours
the choice entirely ours
a choice we make alone.
The darkness of the passing night
gone with day's dawning light
reveals a certain insight
That we never walk alone.
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