At first it was strange when the world came and sat on my shoulder.
As my walls of sand washed away, I became exposed to all you could do
Because punches no longer seem to simply roll off of me.
They say it’s darkest right before the sun rises
That means my sun should rise soon
Because right now it is the darkest it’s been.
So rise sun, rise, and burn away my troubles
And let me be scared no longer.
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