Young King

Young King, Stand here with me as we face the darkness

And as light seems to fade and the shadows rise

Fear and hopelessness take hold

And as my strength weakens

I feel the end come near, only to be

stopped by the sudden light that shines

As I watch the battle betwen light and dark

I look up to see the light that now

penetrates the shadows

As I see it grow and feel it's warmth

amongst my face

My heart beats once more strong and sure

As the pureness of your soul gves me hope once more

Now, as the darkness vanishes

Forever banished by the light.


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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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