As I sing
The sky fills rich with joy
Birds diving from the breathless heights
Like giant, winged lions
flying through the clouds so coy
Through the haze
Of the young morning's maze.

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As I sing
The ground trembles with fire's ring
Like a warrior lifting its spear
To defeat the rage
Of the morning's bite
Wildly growing from the night.

As I sing
The winds of the day
Wrap me
In its warm arms
In its very special way
And its very special charms
The morning invites me to stay
In a very special way
I sing
I dare to sing Despite all that has happened.

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