Unto the Dawn


Unto the embrace
Of society it sees
The Imprefections that are seen
Denial, fear, exhaustion
I am tired, I am weak
But unto the Dawn I see
I reckon with
I begin to think
How dare I suffocate the world
From my presence
I shall stand
And upon the rise
Those begin to see
They begin to follow
A new horizon
A new future
For unto the dawn
I go forward
Until I see
Everyone's certain perfection to be

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