Son of Wray
Fathers to the sons who show the way
Sons of the light
Illuminating the day, son's so bright
Ray of light
Piercing the darkest night
Sun, setting rises to new heights
Sons of Ra
A lineage drawn from the light that may
Have been so bright yet not in shade
In the night, toiling away
You find the young Foxx working till the break of day
Here in the dark I can see
My shadow,
Presented to me internally
Reflecting desires and shames equally
Yet emulating wisdom and achievements equivocally
Imperfection and failure
Fear and vulnerability
The shadow of my nature
Its word at first obscure
Once understood became profound cure
Muses crushing doubts into the air
Like flesh from bones my shadow I tear
Now I stand before my shade
For years in darkness I had bathed
To arise anew with forty six and two,
I now arise absent fail
Darkness and light juxtaposed, yet both engaged
The night turns its shade to reveal the day
Eternally burning bright son of Wray
Ray of Ra,
The light of Ra
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