LET
Let the clocks turn, let all be forgot,
let the fires wither, let the hatred rot.
Let all of your friends stand by your side,
let modesty flourish and cast out pride.
Let the journey commence, unfold the scroll,
let the passion blossom and feed your soul.
Let dusk arrive as lightning bolts crash,
let buildings crumble, let the glass smash.
Let the old library gather its dust,
let metal bookcases turn to rust.
Let all the angelics awaken to rise,
let them stand tall then take to the skies.
Let lost treasure chests be discovered,
let them ascend from the ocean that smothered.
Let the sandcastles get washed away,
let the tide snatch them from the golden bay.
Let there be love, let hearts entwine,
let me be yours then you can be mine.
by Danny Gurnett
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