The sun rises, as in days once before.
Open-heavens eyes; awake on [ my ] shore.
For the "I" that I AM, i birth a tear.
In heaven you'll stand-our hearts being near...
I construct a palace, to contain the books.
[ You ], the librarian-will write of what hurts.
[ My ] blood as ink; our pains left on show.
Staining white sheets, with memories of woe...
Behind rose-hip lips, our new day is dawning.
One built on stories, of pains we were gnawing.
Senseless grief, always keeping us back.
Scars on our skin; ourselves-we attacked...
On hopeful shores-we shall finally share.
As our winds blow, we'll all start to care.
Let strife be gone, the pains we'd bare.
Through ONE great star, comes a powerful flare...
Now-can I get some rest, the road has been long?
Have I passed-the test, is it a worthy dawn?
Can we now start singing, our heavenly song.
Once again-know-the "right" from the "wrong"...
