With a mortal grace
Accursed dawnWelcome in the light of submission. As one trapped inside a nightmare
That has caught their resting mind Wishes within that dream
To finally be revived. As we gaze upon these ruins
That old feeling of remorseful disgust
Returns to rear its ugly head again The last facet of this tragedy
Oh to compose our own resolutions Rather than further enact this lie.
These dreams they still haunt me And invade my consciousness
Let them flourish for fear that Tomorrow may never come. How disheartening it would be to give up now
To swallow the bitter pill of mankind's imperfections How astounding is the human condition When faced with such adversities
The effort to overcome such formidable limitations Yields a true sense of accomplishment. As all our yesterdays have guided Fools to early ends so will our
Allegiances usher in the changing winds. Our own feelings have run the gamut Of defeat, disappointment, and regret
Without such misfortunes Elation would never be possible.
The spectrum of human emotion Is the only beauty that we can possess. So cherish it.