Wrapped around the world, a haunted past.
Incite the deepest joy, the future beckons
With a hand,
That bears no marks or signs of sorrow.
There, forgotten, lays an incandescent path
Leading to a field called Hope
Which lost itself inside our helpless thoughts,
Until a darkness came and took its hold.
Yet what will our tomorrow look like now?
Stark and ripe with our potential
Dreams upon a dream upon a world that weaves its healing.
Look to something new,
To something more;
A perilous yesterday burns and withers.
And we are stars who sail the rivers
And a hopeful world awaits.
We are the dawn.
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