The Coming Light
The dream of a day that will end the night
And the birth of a cloud come to see the light
Such tales will be told as our hearts take flight
Such power we find will be true inside
The dream of a storm that believes our pain
Only enters our minds when it starts to rain
Such tales will end once we see this game
That such desperate things start when we still blame
The dream of a darkness replanting seeds
And the end of a heart that held every need
Such tales that were spoken became disease
And such painful times end our clarity
Awaken the dream that recalls our minds
That we feel with our hearts through our open eyes
With such timeless tales surrounding life
It’s hard to believe that we could be blind
A new dream is found in the gathering rain
The love that I feel now speaks my name
And the eyes that reflect speak a million pains
But this story can’t end until it starts again
The dream of a day that began with night
We will live again through whatever skies
The tales of timelessly taking flight
Is the truth that I find when you are my light
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