There is an anthem
in here somewhere
there's got
to be a way
there is the rolling
of the thunder
and the skies are melting
on my window panes
summer is reluctant
to turn over the keys
but it's hard to ignore
the cicadas in the trees
in every season
there is wonder
in every sunrise
there is hope
there is my anthem
there, in the sky
seasons will always change
so there is hope
for you and I.
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