Not the first, he thinks, he’s been here before

In the dawn of this new day thats lasted for years

Any reasons, anymore, all the times at deaths door

The where to the here and the now, all there is, all thats left, are the tears

To be told is one thing, to ask is another

Only one is the one that will matter

If not from within, hed be hear again

As they turn with the same to some other

Might there be some other way he can see

The thought grows louder than before

Say a thing make a sound, let them know let them see

Scream through just this once. Its a matter of death

Give me strength before hope shuts the door

“Please…” the refrain through the tears and the pain

Nothing more nothing less could he say

But for those that were there, what was heard was most clear

At the dawn of a this day, he had at last found his way

No other could he see. no path there coul be

On this one, this day

In the year

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