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In the depths of the night, where shadows lie,
A trumpet calls, piercing the sky.
Its notes resound with a melody bright,
Guiding the lost to the path of light.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The trumpet echoes, reaching the sky.
It sings of hope, it sings of grace,
Leading the weary to a sacred place.
From the depths of despair, we rise anew,
With courage and strength, our spirits renew.
For in the trumpet’s call, we find our way,
From darkness into the light of day.
But let us not forget those left behind,
Who struggle in darkness, lost and confined.
For as I flounder in this insidious night,
I realize I’ve yet to face the fight.
The demons who took me from the light,
And my angels crying red every night.
Through trials that plunged me deep in the sea,
I yearn to break free, to once again be.
We wait for tomorrow, but it never comes,
Yet we stand atop the mountain, beating our drums.
So much for the tears, lost in the ground,
As we try to make sense of life’s unexplored sound.
With faith and a prayer, a kick and a hug,
We navigate through this uncharted tug.
My mind creeps from places unknown to me,
My heart races for things yet to be.
Though my feet may stumble in quicksand’s hold,
Love sustains me, keeps me bold.