A beautiful world beacon from yonder,
and I reckon that the fetters I attach my heart,
clinging to some pretentious yore
need to break,

And with the thought of freedom
my smile is radiant
my eyes reflect a few shades of crimson hue
there is no stopping now,
for I am awaken

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