There once was a light,
set perched on yon hill;
it shone ever-after,
and soul was free, doom-time until.
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There once was a light, in an alabaster town. It shone for the enslaved, and called, “to be free”. . There once was a light, that shone through men’s souls. It hearkened them all, and “drove” them in drove. . There once was a light, it beckoned to all, but now softly shimmers, and now only glows. . Soft embers, they rise, like a falcon on wing. They return to their stars, from whence they did spring. . And a boy still remembers, a time so far now passed. A time when alabaster town held not even…solitary, soul-hasp. . There once was a light, extinguished, ’tis now. But while embers do die, in memory, fein row. . And one day a wind, mighty and strong, will feed quashed soul-fire and an inferno will burn. . Light will feed light,
and all who are down, will rise to the fight
in fury and sound. . They will take back that town, and all those oppressed, they will fight like a fury, in fire they will be dressed. . And once things are good, and people unchained; they will each rub yon chin, and sigh “NEVER again”. . And a monument they will build, that touches the sky, a monument of light, fueled by a gas, n’er to die. . And to the monument they will hail, and they, never fail, to remember the sight, when there once, was a Light.
There once was a light, in an alabaster town. It shone for the enslaved, and called, “to be free”. . There once was a light, that shone through men’s souls. It hearkened them all, and “drove” them in drove. . There once was a light, it beckoned to all, but now softly shimmers, and now only glows. . Soft embers, they rise, like a falcon on wing. They return to their stars, from whence they did spring. . And a boy still remembers, a time so far now passed. A time when alabaster town held not even…solitary, soul-hasp. . There once was a light, extinguished, ’tis now. But while embers do die, in memory, fein row. . And one day a wind, mighty and strong, will feed quashed soul-fire and an inferno will burn. . Light will feed light,
and all who are down, will rise to the fight
in fury and sound. . They will take back that town, and all those oppressed, they will fight like a fury, in fire they will be dressed. . And once things are good, and people unchained; they will each rub yon chin, and sigh “NEVER again”. . And a monument they will build, that touches the sky, a monument of light, fueled by a gas, n’er to die. . And to the monument they will hail, and they, never fail, to remember the sight, when there once, was a Light.
