The saviour is You

Who gives the morning sun

To light a million smiles?

Who writes the suites of passion

To turn joy from a peasant’s cry?

Who blames himself

When doubts deafen the soul,

And overcome sadness

To escape from what people mould?

Dawn, sweat and dusk,

All ways lead to one

That an end is must

For those under the same sun.

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