Weaver At The Loom Without Fear Of Their Return
A golden moment's come to pass, and it made a swift
goodbye, waved its hand from left to right, saying bye,
farewell, goodnight. But it left me brave and bold like
the knights of ages past, leaving courage like the dawn
leaves dew upon the grass. As morning glories bloom so do
some things in life this way. Rising early but well past
noon, they weaken die and fade. But there's many
perspective buds still clinging to the vine, waiting in
patience to show their glory at later times. Oh I got
what I wanted and I'll be afraid no more, and face all
these toxic things, cuz I have finally found my bravery
