I am the son of the dawn when the blue of the night is fading of color
when things take shape
and cities are set in motion
in those moments I move restlessly
snaking between my desires
perhaps by finding the secret key that hit them come true
despite the design studio
Real fraying my plan
so also its result
like a fish out of hand I swear
angry, I cling to the Lord for the day after tomorrow
preserve life
waiting for another chance in the world
hide my wound
Son of the dawn by Luigi Fiore is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution - No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License .
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