I awake that fateful morning,
and at last I feel a surge of warning.
I feel the signs of those around me,
and quiver at the thought being free.
I awoke that fateful morning,
and at last I felt a surge of warning.
We are imprisoned and constricted,
and yet for some reason why are we addicted.
I stand up that fateful morning,
and at last I have a surge of warning.
We break out of the black and white,
and find that we no longer need to fight.
I walked on that fateful morning,
and at last I no longer need a surge of warning.













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