| Early morning, rising with the sun
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| Resting where the sky meets the earth
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| Feeling the fired rays of sunlight reach into my soul
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| Where they reinstate the sense of my own self-worth
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| If you’re not good, you’re bad — that’s far too black and white
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| Behold the glorious sun in all it’s radiance bright
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| It too at times is obscured by the thick blue veil of night
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| Still the moon and all the stars continue to reflect its light
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| And so it is that we are good
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| Though we do not always do as we should
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| We loose track of right and wrong
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| And we’re not always standing strong
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| But still, don’t you want to believe
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| In things that eyes do not perceive
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| Like our light shining from within
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| That in a battle with our darkness can win
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| The gates of heaven open up before me
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| As my heart is given wings and flies
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| Leaving all pretense behind, everything is crystal clear
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| Even the worry of uncertainty subsides
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| They say the time will come for us to be reborn
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| Into the newness of unity that has been torn
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| Into duality, into: «It's us against them.»
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| It’s from that place of fear that all our conflicts stem
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| We’re almost there, but not yet, still — the stage is set
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| For the play we may enact according to our contract
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| That we made both and I with everybody in our home up high
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| To awaken from our deep and long undisturbed though hardly peaceful sleep
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| If to look is to know the grace which you bestow
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| Upon those that you would raise
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| Into a kind and loving gaze
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| Then to look is to see everyone as good as they can be |