Sing once again,

rises the sun a golden hour.

An era of knowing deeply

of what we know not.

Open your heart with the morning bird,

born anew with each breath.

Your way is yours to find, 

each of you.

Remember your thanks,

here for the real progression of life.

I wonder what it’ll hold,

are you ready?

Imperfect, hurt loving soul,

washes away a tide of past grief.

Shine brighter the learned flame.