Visions of Renewal
In dawn’s gold light, an anthem rings,
Of spiritual rebirth, eternal springs.
But as greatness surges, sorrows grow,
Innocence lost where lamentations flow.
Tradition falters, faith takes flight,
Divine warnings pierce the mourning night.
How Sweet I Roamed, the voice does declare,
Through valleys of gold and fields of despair.
In visions of judgment, the Fourfold Man stands,
Great wonders arise at his guiding hands.
Will we tread paths where life and loss meet,
Building hope with each faltering beat?
A call for renewal, bold and alive,
Urges us forward to ensure we survive.
Through golden fields and suffering despair,
The world still searches for answers there.
Through humble acts and lessons of care,
We find purpose in pain and joys we share.
In visions of change, humanity stands tall,
With power to create wonders for all.

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