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I would rather create than sit and wait
I would rather keep on trying than succumb
To fate
I don’t believe in fate
Any more than I believe
In the power of hate
Lately I’ve been feeling
We are at the end of night
Lately I’ve been sensing
We are on the verge of rising
To some new height
So don’t allow apathy and cynicism
To shroud the that light that exists
Within your soul
Rise up before dawn and still your voice
Then you will feel the power of the wind
The sacred wind