When times near end and hopes arise,
A chime is heard beyond the tides,
The sun awakes to begin its day,
To warm the skys and rid its grey.
Signs of hope found in dawning sun,
Renewing the souls of the shunned
When life moves to its eager call,
As the sun removes the earth's shawl.
The day is fresh and past regressed
From the glory and the angst mess,
Created by father of time,
And perserved by an abstract shrine.
Yet fear and hope is in the mind,
And yet found in the rising sun.
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