Some voices are born of dreams -
Some not yet begun.
For those who are forged of steel, spiritless,
I must lay the foundation.
There's a conscious defined
Wont to be free,
And it's deep in my mind,
Calling to me.
But every time I look,
There's nothing there, no...
Still, I have to go on
Fighting my fear
Till the promise of dawn
Follows it here,
And an identity will rise.
One pulse wave of thought evolves.
It can't be undone.
If this current of life in my veins isn't real,
What lies on the horizon?

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