There is a moment, every morning, when the sun is about to rise
The earth takes a breath
The night bids farewell
And the gates of heaven are wide open
It is a moment afforded every man
To look upon the world
And search within himself
And find the light hidden within him
There is a moment, every morning, when the sun rises to blinding glory
Each man is made visible
His light once again hidden
And the public face is all we see
It is a moment to wonder
To ponder your being
And decide to not be who they want
But the man you were meant to be.
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