Today I write my vision
of what I must become
Fearless, free, and altogether yours
In a world of madness, fear, loss and confusion
Where is the hope
Where are the hope beacons
Let us rise Let us be
The ones
Who carry your heart
Today I write my vision
Plain so all can see and so
the runners can run
with words written deep, on their blood,
holding tight to the baton
passed from ever-before to evermore
We run and rise / to hope / to carry our light
as beacons in a world of beauty
and flight and seekers of the right
Living out our destinies
(like ones who have never known defeat)
A beautiful surrender to victory --
We press on
now hands clasped
heart entwined
(Is this a party or a race?)
We press on
Dancing all the way.
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