Voices of the day
Scream themselves into existence
Gripped to the last strand of chaos
Knowing your existence meant nothing
Whist the Night knew your name
Are you Free to feel the Sun against your flesh?
Are you Free to know the coming of the yet unknown?
Are you Free?
Morning rise and claim your glory
Tell me all that I should know
Show me what this place should owe me.
So I may have a Soul.