Better men than I
Have said
The sun also rises,
Full of fire and fury,
Despite the dark spirits
That haunt the night
Those ill apparitions
That taunt us
With fear and force
And you,
Wake before the sun rises,
And you,
And if not Like a phoenix
That rises from
Its own ashes,
Then from the grave-like
Thoughts that plague us
When we are most vulnerable.
Sun light bring back
Our ability to cope
With the guilt
That rides our backs,
Her rebirth desperately needed,
While the mob of lesser beings
Clings to her with greasy fingers
Seeking to hold her back
From what she believes
She deserves,
While we wish we could reside
Where she resides,
Could share her attention
We in no way deserve,
Watching her rise
Like the sun rises,
Blinding and powerful,
A force we fear
With grow more potent
After she must turn to ash
Before she can rise again
A blazing flame
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