gaining honest sight

you learn the shadows do not hide all lies

nor is the truth what's gleaming in the sun

for far too frequently the tale's not done

when light has faded from all noonday skies

or wisdom woken in the youngest eyes

no not at all yet for each honour won

by those whose struggle is the daily run

through the hot lands there are no final lies

instead we face a constant horrid stream

of angry platitudes regarding fate

and what it means when we give up the fight

for who we are and what we dare to dream

in these dread times there can be no debate

since there's one chance to leap into the light