I would rather create than sit and wait

I would rather keep on trying than succumb

To fate

 

I don’t believe in fate

Any more than I believe

In the power of hate

 

Lately I’ve been feeling

We are at the end of night

Lately I’ve been sensing

 

We are on the verge of rising

To some new height

 

So don’t allow apathy and cynicism

To shroud the that light that exists

Within your soul

 

Rise up before dawn and still your voice

Then you will feel the power of the wind

The sacred wind

 

 

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