(Verse 1)
They called me a fool, a dreamer in the dark,
I chased a phantom light, a single, lonely spark.
Down to the deepest trench, where sunlight couldn't reach,
A pressure on my soul, a silent, crushing speech.
The vessel cracked and groaned, a whisper from the void,
My air was running low, a life almost destroyed.
I was a prisoner, of water and of dread,
With echoes of the world I'd left behind my head.

(Chorus)
But in the final hour, when hope was all but gone,
I saw a gleam, a shimmer, a brand new kind of dawn.
It wasn't gold or silver, no treasure I could hold,
Just the light of truth, a story to unfold.
It showed me all their lies, the shallow games they played,
The puppetry of power, the promises they made.
And in that deep abyss, where I was meant to drown,
I found the strength to rise and tear their empires down.

(Verse 2)
The truth it set a fire, a burn within my chest,
I wasn't lost, I wasn't broken, I was put to the test.
My lungs forgot their panic, my mind became so clear,
I knew what I had to do, I banished all my fear.
I fixed the hull with will, a power I'd not known,
A ghost from 'neath the waves, a seed of anger sown.
I rose up from the black, a force they couldn't see,
The man who went down human, the man who came back free.

(Chorus)
But in the final hour, when hope was all but gone,
I saw a gleam, a shimmer, a brand new kind of dawn.
It wasn't gold or silver, no treasure I could hold,
Just the light of truth, a story to unfold.
It showed me all their lies, the shallow games they played,
The puppetry of power, the promises they made.
And in that deep abyss, where I was meant to drown,
I found the strength to rise and tear their empires down.

(Bridge)
They celebrated freedom, they cherished their release,
But it was just a cage of gilded, fragile peace.
I came to shatter idols, to burn their paper crowns,
To sow a different harvest across their fields and towns.
The same old lies, the same old fools, just in a different guise,
I'd seen the purest darkness, I'd seen behind their eyes.

(Chorus)
For in the final hour, when hope was all but gone,
I saw a gleam, a shimmer, a brand new kind of dawn.
It wasn't gold or silver, no treasure I could hold,
Just the light of truth, a story to unfold.
It showed me all their lies, the shallow games they played,
The puppetry of power, the promises they made.
And in that deep abyss, where I was meant to drown,
I found the strength to rise and conquer humanity's lies.

Glimmer of Dawn

Artist  //  Hobbyist  //  Varied // Prompt composer // Ex Photographer

Glimmer of Dawn

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