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once i made an inquiry

when the late night moon loomed over me

how many worlds must out there be,

in the great expanse called sky?

on my lawn i peacefully stared,

whilst sitting alone on a folding chair,

i pondered then: just when and where

did life like i begin?

and then, in a flare before my eyes,

i gazed in awe to the eastern skies

to watch the morning sun at rise

ascend to its throne above the earth.

what a sight my face had seen,

though entirely brief, 'twas quite serene,

it felt much like a passing dream

so i pinched myself to awake;

but when i stirred, not in my bed,

sweeping five fingers through the hair on my head,

in a gentle whisper, i softly said,

"the dawn has breathed in me life."

from the warmth of the radiant sun rays,

that within my eyes ignites a cold fire ablaze

i stand alone, but stand not phased,

by this world and its bitter schemes.

so think of me just as you will,

yes, curse my name from hill to hill,

but rest assured, your silent shrill

shall haunt this heart no more.

my soul was once to pieces torn,

filled with fear reeking of scorn;

i choose to live my life reborn,

a new and better man.

standing tall, i rise again,

in the front of pain, shrouded in sin;

i'll face the lions that fill the den

and walk away unscathed.

so today, yes, today,

these feet of mine will walk their way

while in a gentle whisper i softly say,

"the dawn has breathed in me life."