Morning
I gaze at sunrise on the eastern horizon
I absorb the graceful promise it holds
Every trial and every nightmare must end
For in the light of the sun the flower unfolds
We have endured unbearable hardships
Faced down unbeatable odds
We would fight hordes of the fiercest demons
If it would lead to the home of the gods
They say it’s darkest before the dawn
And we suspect it’s true
The day will come when again we spell
The word morning without a U
We have to be patient
We have to be strong
But in truth we do not know
If in fact we’ll live that long
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