Ray of dawn.

The skies were endless,

So was the road to be travelled.

Ones may be precious,

But silence is never the barrier.

One may be hurt but not dead,

One fights for what one might had lost,

But there is more to be won.

In silence of the dawn,

The dying Ray’s touched one’s soul.

And left one with hope of life.

Oh, Ru the soul.

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