I See the Dawn Coming

I see blue, raspy, wispy voice singing me this song to set us free I see sublime of ages of surreal harmonies holding that wounded child and immersing that child in love on a chorus of angels with that horse riding off into the sunset of freedom. I see that voice and I see that child and I see that chorus of voices singing ever so loudly telling me, that the truth is coming dear child I see the love in so many souls on this planet all but the last parasites of man I see the dawn coming.