Ballad 1

The rays of golden light danced down planes of dark skin

Like the warm blankets 

They wrap babies in


When they thrust into this new world

With an angry cry 

With destiny clasped tightly 

Within their hands and wonder behind their eyes


To rise from slumber

And call day a friend,

To look this life in the face 

With rested honor 

Before day light may end. 




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