When I look at you
In the red glow of the setting sun,
In timeless agony, I burn!
And my disharmonies
My freedom does invoke,
My dreams in my mind evoke;
And a perturbation pervades my horizon...
Oh! my failures, my sporadic phantom insecurities,
Oh! my downbeat fragilities,
Don't you all know I'm stronger still?
That I'm more persistent than all you, put together?
That, though foxhole's my shelter today, may be,
The crimson rising sun is my future?
That a new dawn, tomorrow,
Will requite all my grandeur, all my glow?
That, though I take care of a cemetery tonight,
With what vigour life spurts out - the new morning will show...
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