blazing at the end of a soy bean field
a burning sun scorches hope of further sleep
dark ignorance can no longer creep
behind nor below clouds that run
from the destruction done
without
love light
that no harvest moon could delight despite its duty
to be bright and fight fright
blazing at the end of a soy bean field
another day, now belongs to you
to your renewed heart and recreated marrow
as morning fog clears, it lifts like wings of the sparrow
we fly because we knew we could do more than walk on land
we believe we reach we burn we rise we understand
if we do not hope and trust and receive and give
than life is not living, tis us existing,
so, why, when knowing width, depth and heigth
are we still resisting
the sun burning sun rise?
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