The blank page sits before me
So I sit and I write
Rage ruled by glory
Stories told by night
Fear of ones self should not be alright
Escape from the desert
Into the sun
The joy in knowing
Its all come undone
But hope and faith
May lead us there
Until its learned life’s unfair
There shall always be repairs
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