Wait till the Sky begins to hetray the night.
And the caged bird of your soul, at last, takes it's flight.

And from within the clouds, I'd arise;
Beaming upon you as the Sun of Your Demise.

Wait till my early, peaking rays, reach you, and disperse.
And emblaze your starless universe.

Wait till the time arrives,
When mendacity dies and truth thrives.

And from within the clouds, I'd arise;
Lifting the curtains, unveiling yoyr disguise. Beaming upon you as the Sun of Your
Demise.
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